I land with a whoosh and a thump,ass-up, face-down.
And my wings are itchy as hell.
But hey, wings? Kinda cool, or they will be once I figure out how they work.
Also? Knowing where I am wouldn't suck.
"Look around chica, and keep your voice down," she his
(more)sed.
"Do you have to follow me everywhere?" I ask.
When she rolls her eyes exactly as I do, it hits me, she really is me, and I'm gonna have a hell of a mess to untangle after this is over.
"Nevermind," I whisper, "it looks like we got here just in time and what the hell are you laughing at?"
"Ah kitten, it's not you I'm laughing at, look over there."
I look to see what she's pointing at and my eyes feel like they're gonna pop right out of my skull.
"Holy shit," I've been seeing a lot of crazy stuff lately but the sky unzipping,hordes of good guys descending into the fray? Fucking awesome!
"Is that-"
"It sure is chica," she was practically giddy as she spoke. "Atlas and Freya together? Asmodeous is toast! Keep those bottles close kitten, but the way things are looking, she may not even need them. Oh wow, that must have hurt!"
"Move over, you're blocking my view," I couldn't see all the action with my muse happy-dancing in front of me.
"Here, watch." She hands me the porcelain mirror and it's like I'm watching a movie on television. One of those bloody-gore-filled action flicks.
It would be pretty awesome if it wasn't really real.
Asmodeous and Disease were huddled together in fear as Atlas and Freya toyed with them like cats toy with mice. Flames were shooting out of the most awesome sword I've ever seen.
Without a doubt, we were gonna win.
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