The once peaceful tavern went out of control; like a mad dog around Mallary and the silver-haired girl. What was once cheers, are now covered by the screams of people accusing others of starting the fight.

“Why’d ye hit me!?!?” A fat tubby man in a green shirt as he punched a skinny man with black hair.

“NO!! Why d’ya hit me!?!?” The skinny man responded as he hit the fat man back.

Another man shattered a glass cup and smashed it against a short man with dark crimson hair. The dark crimson-haired man pulled out a black dagger, and stabbed the man back, right in the eye. “AGHH!!” The man’s eyes gushed out blood like a gusher.

A blonde woman lifted a tavern stool. “Miss… I just bought those last...” Sid watched her smash it over a girl in a red dress. “Week... sigh…” Sid watched as the brand new bar stool broke in half.

The band had already left through the backstage exit, but had left their instruments. They stabbed the silver flute through the woman’s throat. As she drew her last breath, they could hear a terrible scraping noise. The drums, once used by the skeleton. Now had a skinny man smashed through the drum skins. The bronze harp sliced a man into bits as it fell on top of him, leaving a splatter of blood and meat chunks all over the harp and around it. They shoved the purple bagpipe into a midget and left a bulge in his guts.

“I could get used to this,” Laughed Urielle. She smacks two men with the back of her black feathery wings. The force of the slap pushed the men across the room; breaking the wall.

“YOU BITCH!!” A brunette went to punch Urielle.

“Sorry,” Urielle said innocently. “Was that your man?”

The brunette punched the dark figure, but Urielle was unfazed. “Huh… not bad,” she grew a wicked grin. “Now it’s my turn!” Urielle smashed her head into the brunette’s head, causing her to collapse. “I must say…” She looked down at the woman, “He doesn’t have an unpleasant taste… but also not a good one.” Urielle kicked the unconscious brunette. “I’d love to stay… but I’ve got a spirit to find.”

A man charged at Mallary. “Mind the gap!” Mallary stepped to the left. The man ran right past him, and his foot fell into a hole in the floor. Mallary got on one knee in front of the silver-haired girl and said with his most sarcastic voice, “May I help you, my damsel?”

This comment infuriated the silver-haired girl. “I can handle my own, you no-good bastard!”

“So harsh words from a lady,” he snarked back with a grin.

A man twice her height and size approached her with a club. The man raised his arm and swung down with brute force. The silver-haired girl dodged this, raised both of her arms vertically. She used her right arm and the man’s left to slide right next to each other. Grabbing the man’s wrist with that same arm and wrapped around the man with her left hand, touching his neck. Then lead the man around in a circle, bending them down, then up, and finally back down. This caused the man to lose balance and fall backward. “See, I can handle myself just fine.”

“Yep.” Mallary grabbed her by the arms. Pulling her out of the way of another attack aimed right at her neck. They both fell over, with Mallary on top.

“I could’ve dodged that!” She huffed.

“Well, you’re welcome,” Mallary blunted. He let go of her, and she dropped. “Anyway... now!” He, grabbing the silver-haired girl without her even having time to respond. They both rushed towards the front door, ducking from everyone’s view.

“There you are,” Urielle said, pulling Opal out from under the table by the hoodie. “You really shouldn’t be sneaking off like that.”

As Opal hung there, she saw Mallary and a girl running through the crowd. She struggled and pointed towards them with panic. “Mal!!”

“Hmm?” Urielle looked over at the two people running out the exit. Without making another word, Urielle held Opal tightly around her. “Hold on tight,” She smiled. She bent down and tightened in her wings. Then, with dominant force, she pushed her evil wings out and flew through the ceiling. The gust caused the nearby people to fly off and smack against the walls.

“Well, let’s get out of here,” the silver-haired girl said as she wobbled a bit.

“No, I need to go back in. I left somebody in there.” Mallary drew his bleeding crimson dagger with silver feathers. As he started walking, the silver-haired girl noticed a cut that went all the way across his back.

“You’re hurt,” she slurred as she wobbled a bit more.

“Tis but a scratch,” laughing before he collapsed. “Ah, shit...” He thought right before he blacked out.

“Did someone ring an angel?” A voice illuminated from the sky said. They came down with great speed, warming up the surrounding air. “Hello sweety,” Urielle sang.

“I’m not to your sweety, sweety,” she said, tripping over nothing.

“Oh, my sweet precious Wayland,” Urielle cooed in a baby voice. She walked away from Opal, who stood there shaking in fear from what just happened. Urielle hugged the silver-haired girl. “Oh, Wayland... why did you get drunk?”

Waylan responded, “I’m not drunk! You are!” All the alcohol she had drunk earlier was taking effect. Waylan collapsed on Urielle, half awake and half asleep.

Urielle, seeing Waylan’s drunken, took the opportunity of the situation. “I heard these... kind people wanted a blacksmith. Will you helo them?”

“How did you know...?” Slurred Waylan.

“My dear, I know everything around here. They don’t call me a guardian for nothing,” giggled the winged lady.

“Sure...” Waylan said before passing out in Urielle’s arms.

Urielle looked around, “Sigh… Looks like I’m carrying all of you.” She walked over to Mallary and picked him up. “What a bloody mess. You own me!” The dark angel picked up Opal and smothered her in between her breast, “Looks like somebody got the special.”

Opal looked up in fear from her experiences earlier. “I think I might puke,” she thought to herself as the winged beast prepared to take off.

“Don’t look down.” Urielle tightened her night wings and pushed out into the night sky. Her wings blended into the night sky, only the moon reflected off of them.