"Give her to me, and I will make this quick," the vampire said with a low, menacing voice, his teeth flashing under the shade as he bared his fangs. Aurora felt fear building up in her heart.
"Never!" Azrael said, his body trembling only slightly as he stood resolute.
Refusing to yield to the vampire's demand, the leader growled impatiently, sneering, "Very well, then." He said, the red in his eyes deepening, and his nails sharpened into claws. Dark energy started to form around him, and with a wild grin, he unleashed a strong blast.
Azrael, still struggling to shield himself, felt his strength waning. The force of the blast was so strong that it caused him and Aurora to stumble backward. Azrael collided with a tree, his head making contact with the hard surface, and he gasped for breath. Aurora, disoriented and in pain, rolled across the grass, her arm throbbing from the impact of the blast.
