Inheritance

Chapter 18- Fight for you can

I held my sword in front of me, at the ready. I saw he was doing something similar but he wasn't as cautious. I glanced at Blaise, but she didn't move. She was really pale. Whatever happened when Azriel changed must have overloaded her senses, and made her shocked. I silently hoped it wouldn't last long. He might kill me before she woke up from her phase.
I looked at Azriel carefully. He was really living up to his name now as the angel of death. And I wasn't too happy about it. One of his eyes had gone dark, as well as the surrounding skin. And his other eye had a strange symbol over it. He radiated dark energy like a nuclear bomb, and it blotted out my other senses. His eyes seemed brighter then before, as if he was lit from the inside.
Then I looked at this wings. They were bigger, and I could tell that the bones were thicker, stronger... Heavier. While the spikes looked intimidating, they couldn't do anything until he learned to fight with them. And that was when I realised that his greatest enhancement could also be his greatest weakness.
As well as not having learned to fight with his new abilities before, he has never learned to fly, nor fight with that extra weight on his back. Azriel's gain in strength and speed would be unpredictable. He would be more clumsy, and wouldn't be able to fly. That limited his fighting abilities by a ton.
And so all I had to do was get close to him before he blasted me away with magic...
Seeing as I didn't move, he started walking towards me. When we were about 15 feet from each other he looked me directly in the eyes. This time, I felt his magic take affect. My limbs froze up, and I felt his magic shifting through me, looking for my weaknesses and fears....
I growled. I won't accept this. He can't beat me THAT easily.
Summoning a burst of magic, I shoved his darkness away from me and jumped in the air, my sword at the ready as I came down on him. I won't give him the chance to worm his way into my head again. I couldn't-
He jumped backwards, stumbling a bit because of his new wings. I instantly took the chance to try and stab him, but he covered himself in his wings. My blade stabbed partway into his wing, but it felt like stabbing into a cement wall. Black blood gushed from the wound and he winced, then he smacked me away with his wing. The pommel of my sword hit me in the gut, and while I tried to grab it it slipped out of my grasp. In that instant, I knew I would have to improvise even more then I already was.
I got smacked away, his extra strength hitting me against the ground. I rolled, getting upright, and panted while I stared at him.
He put a hand over the wound I gave him, his wing going in front of him almost like a wall. He grabbed the hilt of my sword and with great effort pulled it out of his wing. He cried out and bit his lip, a small line of blood going down from where his demon fang bit his lip.
He looked at my sword, holding his own in his other hand. Then he looked at me.
"If I'm really as bad as you say I am, I want you to fight me like a man. Go all out on me, Solus. I want to see where my limits are."
He threw me my sword, and it stuck in the dirt not far from me. I took a step forward and grabbed it, ripping it from the ground.
"This isn't a game, Scratch"
"I don't care. You wanted this not me."
And like that, I jumped into the fight again.
I ducked and swung at his ankles. He jumped and spread out his wings slightly. I then tried to stab him in the stomach. He stumbled backwards, off balance, but still managed to deflect my blow. I clenched my teeth frustrated. Then I raised my wings and flew into the air, looking down at him. I had to bait him into the air. I had no idea if it would work but if anything I had to try.
I gazed into his eyes. I squinted. I could have sworn I saw.... Something/
Before I could place what I just saw he shouted
"Why are you running? Get down here and fight me. That is, unless you want me to continue on my way?"
His voice sounded different. Like someone was...
My eyes widened.
After a moment scratch glared at me. He was just about to teleport when blaise pressed the tip of her spear against his throat.