(This is a short scene that will be expanded to include a more detailed description of the beginning of the battle sequence between Afra’s gargoyles and Moll’s gargoyles. I will need to research battle scenes and such to make this scene and the next believable.)
Afra flew towards the dark creatures. As she came nearer to them, their features became clearer.
Gargoyles. The realization that Moll had used more humans to create her army filled her with more anger and rage. Damn you, Moll.
Three gargoyles circled her. They were the size of an average man but Afra knew that their smaller size didn’t mean they were not a threat. Their heads were large, with a thick browbone, wide deep-set red eyes. Their mouths open wide, exposed pointed yellow teeth as they let out a long yowl that started from the creatures’ throat and evolved to a sound that pierced the atmosphere, sending a flock of crows kraa-ing into the sky.
The two gargoyles stopped like a horse being reined in mid-gallop. Their necks snapped back, their arms and wings flailing. With one last look at Afra, they turned and retreated.
Their retreat confused Afra, but she didn’t think about it too long because she knew that other creatures were waiting for their turn at attacking her.
The air filled with the loud flapping and kraa-ing of crows. Afra looked down to see the dark cloud made up of the blackbirds coming towards her. She thought about taking off but didn’t know where the other gargoyles were waiting for her. So she floated in the air and allowed her gargoyle instincts to take control. Afra felt her wings shift, their movements alternated as a rower alternates the oars from one side to the other for momentum. Then in one quick stroke, her right-wing sent her spinning like a top. Her left-wing wrapped around her followed by her right wing until they formed a cocoon with her in it. She continued to spin.
The crows came closer and she felt the flapping of their wings against her as their beaks tore into her thick armor-like wings. She felt some pain as the birds tore into her but not enough to send her flying away. When the noise of the crow’s wings grew distant, Afra’s wings unfurled and exposed her. Afra pulled her lips back and opened her mouth letting out a loud resounding roar. The roaring felt as if helped clear her head and she could think of what she needed to do next. She had allowed the gargoyle’s instincts to take charge of her actions and do what it does best, fight. However, the cleansing roar calmed her mind and allowed her to come up with a strategy to battle the other creatures. She turned to fly in the direction the other gargoyles had retreated. The light was dimming and a mist had formed. She looked up to the sun. The sun began to slowly lower itself into the horizon sending red, orange, yellow, and purple colors onto the ground.
A sudden gust of wind brought her to a stop. Her nostrils flared and she lifted it into the air. The gargoyle in her could sniff out anything or anyone that contained evil or darkness within them. Afra thought the darkness that a gargoyle was cursed with allowed it to seek out others with the darkness. Something didn’t seem right and there was something in the air.
Out of the mist came a loud guttural roar. Her gargoyle senses told her to ready herself for battle. Even though she didn’t fear the impending battle, she knew that it would be quicker and easier to defeat Moll’s gargoyles if she had Reva and the others at her side. Into the mist, she flew.
The mist was thick and even with the sharp vision of her gargoyle, it was difficult to see. However, if the moon’s light penetrated the mist in the right angle, Afra could make out shapes and shadows. In the mist lurked contorted shapes that flew about with large wings. She could hear the flapping of those wings, which grew louder as they came nearer to her, and when they did so, she could feel their wind gust. At the moment, she could feel and hear the gargoyles flanking her as she flew forward.
As she moved forward the mist became thinner due to the gargoyles and the wind gusts their wings produced.
SHIT! The gargoyle before her was colossal. Its round immense head rested on a thick neck whose leather-like skin fell down on its chest like a cowl. Its wide chest was armored with large thick scales. The arms were enormous like the long city buses Afra saw in the city. Afra made out large thick legs. Each wing measured the size of the creature’s body and was just as thick. When it flapped them, they produced a tornadic gust of wind. Afra knew that she would fight until she could fight no more. The power it must have taken for Moll to have created such a creature, scared Afra more than the creature did. Moll had to be stopped and it was up to her.
Just as she readied herself for the first blow. She heard howling and roaring coming from around her. A welcomed sight. Reva and the others had transformed and had struck the first blow.
Afra turned towards the colossal creature, whose eyes flared red. She let out a loud roar and flew forward.
- : Fantasy
- : Didn't have time to proofread for grammar and spelling