100-Word Challenge, Day 330


 

Angel 013

 

 

I feel him laughing and mocking me. He strikes at my psychic defenses, quickly pushing aside everything I throw at him. I remember being better than this, but along with my memories I lost my knack for combating magical assaults. I scream as he tears away the last of my defenses only to run into the wall I had put in place before choosing to fall.

“What have we here?” Vandal asks. “A last line of defense? What are you hiding in there Angel?” His spirit form’s fist slams into the wall, shattering bricks and sending shards of pain through my mind.

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