Chapter 21
That evening, Fury rode with the Crow father on his wagon. Strife was riding Despair in the back. In his tiger form, Death was in a cage. Strife jumped off Despair and ran to the opening he had made when he escaped the dungeons.
"Halt!" A soldier said calling to the Crow father and Fury to stop. He looked around and lifted the cover and saw the tiger growling at him.
"What is this?"
"It is a tiger for our Lord War. I hear he is quite fond of them." The Crow father said. The soldier rested his eyes on Fury who had covered most of her face with a scarf.
"What have we here?" He asked and snatched the garment off of her head. The tiger roared threateningly at the soldier. He ignored the cat and looked over Fury.
"You're a pretty thing. Lord War is searching for a Lady. Perhaps she will do." The tiger roared ferociously and struggled to escape his cage to try to attack the soldier. The angel turned to him and pulled out his sword.
"I never had the honor of slaying a tiger." Fury looked to the Crow father for help. She couldn't let the soldier kill the tiger.
"Uh, that's what Lord War said. What a pity it would be for you to kill the tiger before he had the pleasure to do so." The angel lowered his sword thoughtfully.
"All right, let them through." They went through the gates and the rest of the stops with ease. At the last stop, Fury let out a sigh of relief.
"That was close-to close."
"We're in the city now. The rest is up to Death and Strife." The Crow father said.
