Battling in the Air: Ashton, Ambriel and OPEN to other fliers
Ambriel used his speed and his size to divebomb on those parasites that were seriously threatening other students, cutting them down to size as he went. That size was usually headless. Ambriel flew up again, his sword slick with black blood, his wings shining with divine fury.
He hadn't seen Davian yet, but he was not worried. He told himself not to be. The demon knew how to hide.
Ambriel scanned the battleground again. He gasped when he saw Ashton being dragged down, crashing into the woods. Ambriel spread his wings, streaking through the air. He circled around Ashton once, whispered 'for the Lord', and then dove down.
Using his sword, he swept over the dragon's back, cutting and slashing and pushing the creatures away. He beheaded the last one, landing in front of them, his bright light illuminating the smaller creatures, snarling against him. "Bring it on, foul locust. You shall not prevail."