Trapped: back to the wall, death staring at her straight in the face. There was no escape. The bulbous mass of gray floated towards her, its tortured eyes and smirking face made her small frame tremble with terror. A small click told her that its tube-like guns that jutted from it core; that held its deadly poison, were aimed at her. It was over. Her nightmare had come to life and was going to kill her. It was all over. Purple light emanated from its guns. The poison, that she had seen turn skin to black soot, was imminent.
Tremors ran down her spine and her heart fluttered erratically like a bird trying to fly with a broken wing. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and her mouth had run dry. Her body was telling her to run or fight, but she knew she couldn't do either. She could only close her hazel eyes and wait to die. …
Nothing. Confused, she wondered if she was truly dead: could dying really be so painless? Slowly, she opened her eyes. The purple glow had been replaced by a brilliant green that dazzled her eyes. While blinking in an effort to clear her vision of the glare, she put her arm to her forehead. Surprisingly, the light intensified severely. Quickly she lowered her arm; and that's when she noticed that the light moved when she did so—the light… the light was coming from her very own forearms.
Rendered blind, the gray demon shrieked and let loose random fire. With a yelp, the girl ducked to narrowly avoid a fatal purple blast. Not knowing what to do, she looked down at her arms. There she found, from the bottoms of her pinkies to her elbows, long, silver feathers; lined with, and glowing, green. They were pointed as well, she observed. Looking up, she saw the demon going berserk: spinning around and smashing into the alley walls; all the while firing arbitrarily. She knew what she had to do now. Her entire body knew. It tensed and readied. She had to fight: to defeat this threat to her existence if she wished to continue it.
Ducking to avoid the vast majority of bullets, she crept forward towards the flailing fiend. Suddenly a flash of purple light came towards her. With a yelp she dodge-rolled to the side, allowing the noxious energy to smash into the ground where she just was with a loud boom. The sound resonated her eardrums and she could feel her quickened heartbeat pound in her skull. Shaking her head made her slightly dizzy at first, but eventually got the ringing in her cranium to cease its echoing. Looking up, through watery hazel eyes, she saw the gray blur; purple streams still streaking out of it. Preparation: she blinked her eyes to clear them: she flexed her arms; feeling the dagger-like feathers move with her muscles. Deadly she was, and she realized it.
The opportunity to strike came when the monster became tilted backwards after hitting yet another object. Suddenly, some anomalous instinct took over and the girl dashed forward, her glowing arms seeming to lead her on. Her target was in range. Jumping, she put her arms up with a yell. Then she and her arms came down fast; smashing into the hard, gray bulk. The sensation of the blades that were attached to her flesh sinking into the foe was an odd one; and the moments seemed to creep along—as if everything were underwater. Suddenly a loud explosion and harsh light broke the time lapse and threw the girl back.
Thud! Went her back as it hit the wall of the alley. Momentarily paralyzed, she slid to the ground; limp as a rag doll. The dust thrown up by the demon's explosion started to settle, coating her with a thin, grimy layer. Without realizing it, the girl's weapons disappeared into her flesh. She closed her eyes to wait for the stinging pain to fade away.