Blood dripped down the man's face and sweat beaded down his for-head. This Degnoto was too powerful. It had more power than any Devengel than this Detephil had ever seen. The man spread his feathry wings and leaped into the sky. As he soared higher and higher a ringing sound followed him that made his ears bleed. Thunder rumbled across the clouds and rain began to pour.
All of a sudden a sharp pain skid across the bones that attached his wings to his back and he begun to fall. The ringing seemed to get louder the closer he got to the ground. The man closed his eyes awaiting impact. Just as he was inches away from the ground a figure tackled him into a patch of grass. The figure stood up and lightning flashed showing the figures face and the man gasped as a katana pierced his chest.