For twenty-two minutes.
We didn't even hold off until the shaking stopped.
We made a charge. at maximum speed. Because from this point on until the portal was locked shut, every second counted.
My muscles began to contract in a way they had never done before due to the adrenaline surge.
Viewers from above would assume I was high on steroids.
I was deftly avoiding broken bark and falling branches, as if it came easily to me. My eyes narrowed to focus on the fickering numbers on my wrist; everything else was blurry.
Nineteen seconds and twenty-one minutes.
Although I had fought previously, none of them had infuriated me to this extent. This was a war waged to exact revenge on every defenceless person who received angel wings at his hands the hard way.
And I would be the one to claim the first and last droplets of his blood, to savour them, and to leave a stain on my lips.
