Dreadhorde - Angel Speed

The angel descended, wearing bronze talons over its knuckles.

Ral fired again.

Missed again.

Dodged again—but not quite quickly enough. The talons of the angel’s right hand shredded his leather jacket and sliced shallow gashes into his shoulder.

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He generated a virtual net of crisscrossing electricity in the air.

The angel barrel-rolled away from it, accelerated straight up and dived down on Ral’s side of the net.

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War of the Spark, Chapter 23