Now on to the fight!

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Willow clenched her fist in anger. She was sore and bruised, but she was used to it. She was getting near her limit and she knew, but she wasn’t going to give up. But what hurt her the most was her pride, injured by Azrale who stood in front of her ready and waiting. It wasn’t because he harmed her or tried to kill her. It was the opposite, the fact that Azrale wasn’t trying to hurt her or kill her, he barely hit her. All he did was wait and when Willow try to hit him, the half-angel would just grapple her and toss her aside like a rag doll. The injures from the fall were almost minimum too. It was one thing to beat Willow who has been through that and could stand it. It was another thing entirely for someone to just brush her off like Azrale was doing, and it was pissing her off.

Willow growled. “Fight me like you mean it already!”, she shouted her eyes beginning to glow with a light red-ish hue.

“No.”, Azrale said calmly. “I don’t fight women.” Tempus coughed loudly that sounded like the word ‘bullshit’. Azrale glared at him.

“What?”, Tempus said shrugging innocently. “By the way Lancelot you may want to duck.”, he continued pointing in front of Azrale.

Azrale managed to spin out of the way of Willow’s left hook. “You threw me off with that cough Tempus!”, Azrale shouted.

“Drop the hero act and kick her ass already.”, Tempus said, with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

“Ok.”, Azrale said as Willow rushed him landing a haymaker into his abdomen. Looking down at his dented armor he said to Willow, “Sorry, but you asked for this.” Grabbing Willow by her head Azrale tossed her back several feet drawing his sword. “The gloves are off then! Well glove.”, he said earning a ‘Hopeless’ comment from Tempus.

“About damn time!”, Willow said running at Azrale ready to strike. Though he does seem pretty hopeless. She thought performing a backflip and landing two kicks on Azrale. Staggering the half-angel managed to spin around slashing Willow on her lower abdomen sending her flying into a nearby tree.

“Bastard.”, she muttered, using a desperate move she summoned a fireball of magic smacking Azrale right in the neck with it. Doubling over in pain Azrale gripped his throat dropping his sword hacking and coughing in pain. Walking up Willow bent over picking up Azrale’s sword holding it over his head ready to strike. “Too easy ..”, she said.

A large volume of fire pushed Willow and launched her into a tree, cracking it. Tempus stood not far from his brother’s body his hand extended smoke rising not far from his palm. “Are you alright Azrale?”, he asked keeping his eyes on Willow who was quickly recovering. Azrale responded with a loud cough spitting blood out.

Reaching out Azrale slapped Tempus’ still exposed palm barely saying in a raw voice, “Your turn.” Before rolling on his back, his throat blacken and red still bleeding from the attack Willow used.

“Pathetic.”, Tempus said stepping over Azrale.

“Like you’re any better!”, Willow shouted quickly getting to her feet cracking her knuckles ready to fight again.

Tempus faked cracking his knuckles mimicking in a squealy voice, “Like you’re any better.” Willow growled clenching her fist. “Oh my, an angry kitten, please don’t purr me to death!”, Tempus said sarcastically.

“I’ll show you kitten.”, Willow muttered rushing Tempus blinded by anger. Tempus calmly stepped to the side sticking his foot out and tripped Willow sending her head-over-heels in a summersault. She came to a stop as gauntlet-covered hand presses against Willow’s forehead.

“So you like cheap shots huh?”, Azrale said looking pissed off, his throat still blackened but healed. Willow began to looked worried. I guess I don’t have a choice. She thought. Azrale reeled back in pain as three long gashes came up from his wrist to almost his shoulder on his left arm. Willow flipped backwards landing on her feet with cat-like grace hissing he eyes turned yellow and cat-like. Azrale got a good look at Willow seeing that she had changed.

Azrale took a good look at the changes. Scars appeared over Willow’s body, her eyes were yellow and cat-like with the pupil slit down the middle. Her scars glowed dimly by some magical means. Three bone claws extended from her hands stained by the color of blood. Her right claws had a fresh coat of the red liquid. Azrale’s as he realized looking at his arm which was slowly healing. Two huge bat-like gray demon wings on her back topped the whole change.

Azrale got up grabbing his sword. “I didn’t even expect you to be down for that long Azrale, you’re getting weak.”, Tempus said coldly.

“She’s a lot stronger with magic than you would expect Tempus. She could get you good if you aren’t careful.”, Azrale warned gripping his sword.

“You’re too thick-headed to see a spell like that coming!”, Tempus said. Taking his eyes off the feral she-demon to vent at his brother, Tempus had little time to react as a water spell in the form of a small tide sent him tumbling over the ground.

Azrale looked at his soaked half-brother saying, “Told ya so.”

Spitting water from his mouth Tempus muttered, “Shut up.” Getting up and attempting to dry himself he said to Azrale, “You make one joke of this and I swear I’ll feed you to the trashcan!”

Azrale stifled a laugh, “Want me to hold her off for a while then?” Receiving a glare Azrale started concentrating on Willow. “Been a while since I had to change.”, he uttered to himself as six shining white wings slipped out form special slots made into the armor. A golden halo appearing over his head and donning a white aura there was no mistaking his angelic background.

“Now where were we?”, Azrale said getting into a battle stance as Willow charged at him with a demonic fury.

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Well this fight is turning out longer than I expected. Don't forget to review.