Chapter 5:
Visitor, Part II"Come on," Azami whispered. She searched the trees and everything around her. "Where are you? Come and fight me."
"As thee wishes!" came the bat demon's screech.
She swooped down at Azami, who let lose an arrow. The arrow lodged itself in the left wing of the bat. She shrieked at Azami, diving for her again. Azami dove out of the way just in time, swiping at the demon with her sword.
The bat demon landed on a branch of a tree. "Come and get me, wolf! I am Demonica, the Hell of the Night!"
"Well, then, Demonica," Azami addressed her, throwing her sword and crossbow down. "You're a bit out of place, wench!"
Demonica screamed at Azami, "No one dares call the Hell of Night a wench!"
"Oh really?" Azami undid the straps to her remaining sword, bow, and quiver. "Well, I just did. And you know what else? Not only are you not much of a threat, but..."
Azami took off her outer shirt, leaving a spaghetti strap shirt on. Two black humps appeared on her back where her shoulder blades were. They grew and began to take the shape of giant black angel wings.
"I have wings, too," Azami told her as she leapt into the air. Azami's body morphed into her gigantic black wolf shape.
Demonica screeched as Azami bolted straight for her. She pushed off from the tree branch. Azami landed on the spot where Demonica had been, bearing her teeth and growling angrily.
"What's the matter?" Demonica taunted. "Can't use those feathers of thine?"
Azami spread her wings out as far as they would go and jumped into the air after Demonica. She quickly caught up with Demonica, snapping her jaws at her feet. Demonica swooped downwards. Azami followed, gaining more speed.
Suddenly Demonica turned on Azami and clawed at her, her nails tearing into Azami's flesh and fur. Azami snarled as she shoved herself away from the barrage. Demonica kicked at Azami's face and sent her hurtling into a tree trunk. Azami plummeted to the ground below, her body involuntarily transfiguring back to her human shape.
Azami lie still for a moment. When she tried sitting up, a sharp pain in her left wing made her cry out. She looked behind her. The wing had been bent so that it looked as though it were ready to snap in two.
"Damn it," she hissed, pounding the ground with her fist. The fist hit a small pool of red blood. Azami looked at herself. Her chest was torn up, the flesh hanging in little ribbons. Her shirt was red-stained and ripped down the front. She tried pulling the shirt off, but another sharp pain was sent through an arm. "Damn it all to hell and back!" she screamed.
"Art thou ready to retire this and thine life?" Demonica taunted from a tree branch.
Azami looked up. "Not on your life, bitch."
Demonica glided to the ground beside Azami, who was still lying uncomfortably on the ground. "I could kill thee now, if my heart desired it so."
"Then do it," Azami dared through clenched teeth.
"I would have to object to that," Sesshomaru said from behind Demonica, who wheeled around to face him.
Demonica opened her wings again. She tried to push off from the ground, but Sesshomaru leapt forward and grabbed her around the throat. He shoved Demonica down, her head hitting hard against the dirt.
"Please," she choked. "Spare me!"
"Why should we?" Azami commanded. She pushed herself up, taking her sword in hand.
"I didn't want to do this! I was forced into attacking you!"
"Who sent you?" Sesshomaru questioned.
"L-Lord Inuyasha."