To Kill A Mockingbird

Alastor had to sweep his feet off and to shift his weight on his left, rolling aside. The sharp cut of wind whizzed on his left. The blades struck on the wall perfectly aligned.

Alastor adjusted and stood.

The Harpy ran around throwing the blades on her wings. Alastor raised his pistols and pulled the trigger.

Under the hails of bullets, the Harpy covered herself with her steeled wings. But that was the moment he was waiting.

It was a risk, sure. But the brief opening it will make is chance not to be miss.

Alastor hastily approach while his gun continue exasperating its bullets. The gun on his left Aurora were put back on its holster and picked up a blade on the ground. He bent and leaped, and arced in the air on top of her, closer enough to see her head.

He sighted and like a bow loosening its grip on its string, Alastor sharply threw the blade.

And he landed flauntingly.

He turned around to see the blood painted on the ground and his eyes locked to the Harpy.