Dark Angel (Anak Trilogy) Read Free Page B

corn silk, and his shoulders were broad and muscular. He wore no shirt, only a tunic-like garment covered him from waist to knee. There was a wide silver girdle that bound his waist. Silver pieces of cloth that looked metallic hung at varying lengths from the waistband. Huge muscular legs peeked through the garment. He wore shoes like I had never seen before. They were more moccasin-like than shoes. They resembled boots in the respect that they covered his calves; however, not like boots in that they seemed soft and pliable. They were studded in silver, and fine silver strands fell gracefully from the studs. The tops ended right below the knee. Silver rose from the top of his shoes covering his knees and crawling up his muscled leg to leaf like points several inches above his knees. The rest of him was bare, and his garment swayed around him as though alive. Three beautiful, delicately carved, silver sheaths hung around his chest and back. The carvings looked to be in some sort of language, but the only one I had a good look at was the one hanging between his massive shoulder blades. Two of them crisscrossed in the front, and the third one, the one I could see the best, hung from his back. I could not see his face as I stood behind him, but I remembered it as lovely. His size was definitely impressive too.  For the first time in long minutes, I felt as though I may live through the night.
    He crossed his arms, grabbed the hilt of a sword in each hand and drew them slowly out. They made a metallic swooshing sound as they parted from the sheaths. The broad swords looked to be of the same silver that the sheaths were fashioned from and gleamed menacingly in the moonlight. The great monster’s crimson eyes narrowed at the sound, and he crouched lower in response. At that moment, the giant animal leaped for us. This massive angel who had come to my rescue dodged the animal slashing its chest and back as it missed us but not the point of his swords.
    “Swords,” I mumbled. “Where is a bazooka when you need it?”
    This being that stood between me and the horrific beast tensed, but he did not speak. I moved with my gigantic savior being careful to stay behind him, but I watched the creature from under his outstretched arms.  This being which stood between me and the monster was so incredibly large that I could stand under his arms and still have a foot of clearance. Light emanated from his skin giving it a stone-like appearance. I almost forgot the creature that was about to eat me, as I gazed at the one in front of me.
    The animal screamed the most evil, hideous scream I could ever imagine and turned attacking again. The scream reverberated in my head until I realized that I was screaming too. The monster jumped for us again. This time my hero did not side-step the attack but took it head-on kneeling on one knee. I hung onto to his silver waistband like it was a lifeline kneeling behind him. He thrust both swords up to their hilts into the soft underbelly of the creature. The monster screeched hideously again and fell to the ground narrowly missing us. The creature twisted and tried to snatch the hilts of the swords with its massive mouth. My defender grabbed the hilts and jerked upward laying open the beast’s belly which spat intestines squirming as if alive on to the ground. The creature lay at his feet snarling and growling sending streams of yellowed, bloody salvia pooling around its massive head.
    My beautiful savior stood and pulled me up with him. He put his foot on the huge creature’s side, and once again grabbed the hilts of his swords. The creature’s head snapped around as its powerful jaws attempted to capture him between them. Deftly, he sidestepped its jaws. Then, he pulled his swords from the creature’s body. They gave a great sucking sound as they slid from enormous wounds.  Bloods spurted in deep, ruby fountains from them. He wiped the blood from his swords on the long fur of the creature and returned