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The Count vs Angel Smajor

The count sprung awake clutching his chest, he shook his head. “I thought I was killed by Fwhip” he said as he noticed his surroundings were a dark. “Ok, what’s happenings.”

“You did die” said a voice

The count looked up to see him, but with angel wings descending from a light.

“I thought I’d be greeted by the moth me not an Elytrian me” said the count

“Be not worried for I am actually an angel” said angel Smajor

“Cool, I wouldn’t want to be associated with an Elytrian, but what do you want” said the count

“To purify our tainted soul” said angel Smajor. He threw down a blood red sword and a bag of small rocks. “Your usual effects”

The count picked up the sword then opened the bag of small rocks. “So basically your hear to kill me”

“Your already dead, but sure” said Angel Smajor

“Well then you should be easier then the wyverians” said the count as he pulled out a small rock. The count threw a pebble behind the angel him, then appeared behind him brandishing his sword, ready to plunge into his chest. “And you’ll die like Angel Sausage”

Angel Smajor’s wings caught the blade. “Do not confuse me with the false angel” The wings spread pushing the Count back. 

The Count coughed a bit as he noticed his cape was a little singed. “You didn’t even hit me,”

Angel Smajor turned to the Count and pulled out a golden sword. “My angelic aura deals with those most unholy such as yourself” 

“Oh great, just great” said the count as he brandished his sword once again. 

Angel Smajor pointed his sword at the count causing it to extend and wrap around the count. The sword then caught a flame that snaked its way toward the Count.

The Count’s eyes widened at was happening. “CPK” The Count yelled. Before the flame reached the count disappeared and in his place a fox man holding his head appeared and was immediately incinerated by the snaking flames

“I should of seen that coming” said Angel Smajor as the sword retracted back.

“Being fair I’m pretty sure that’s one of the CPK’s that’s already dead” said The count’s voice from behind the Angel. He brandishing his sword only to clash with the count

“Allow me to cleanse our soul you fool” Angel Smajor said

“We were a moth in a past life we don’t have a soul or at least one of note” The Count replied. Using his free hand he threw a rock into the air causing the angel to guard only to be slashed  across the chest. The Count caught the rock. “You really think I’m that predictable”

The slash across Angel Smajor disappeared leaving a scar and removed the top part of his robe.”I suppose you aren’t” He unfurled his wings and flew towards  the count. 

The count dodged, but felt a tug from his leg. he looked down to see part of the sword curled around his leg as he was pulled into the air by it. He was then thrown into the air by Angel Smajor. The Count saw the angel flying towards him fast and he threw all the rock he had in the bag.

“Do not think that will work” Angel Smajor yelled. His sword extended and destroyed all the rocks.

The Count chuckled and braced himself. “Well I’m already dead, so I might as well go out taking you with me”

The two Smajors clashed, causing the count to almost hit the ground only stopped by Angel Smajor’s sword. With a flick of his wrist Angel Smajor’ sword retracted causing The Count to go flying only to be caught by the angel.

“Any last words or requests” Angel Smajor asked

Count Smajor coughed as he began to catch fire “Please continue being a materiel girl”

“Very well” said Angel Smajor as he let go of the count to burn. Before the count hit the ground he turned to ash.

Story inspired by art by Jodragen