The darkness lunges, eyes glowing crimson, claws glinting in the shadows. Anakin’s wings snap open instinctively, feathers bristling, shadows curling at his feet with a hiss. Dante swears loudly, blades flashing as he throws himself to the side, narrowly avoiding a swipe of claws that tears through the tree behind him with a splintering crack.
“Great,” Dante grits out, parrying another strike. “More murder puppies. Exactly what I needed.”
“They’re hellhounds,” Anakin snaps, dark energy flaring around his hands. “Not puppies.”
“I know that! But I really don't care” Dante retorts, ducking a snarl of teeth. “They still want to eat our faces, so I’m calling them whatever I want!”
A hound lunges, jaws wide and eyes glowing, but Anakin’s faster. Shadows surge forward, dark tendrils w
