Okay, here is the long overdue next chapter. Please enjoy and review.
Matthew flew in silence behind Faolyn. Their moment of battle was close. He looked down at the claws clutched in his talons. How could he fight with them? He had never trained very much with battle claws, and the little training he has done was so long ago he could barely remember it. "Hey," said Joshua. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. Remember, you still have us. And the angel."
"Thanks Joshua," Matthew said. He wondered how much longer they would be flying. Faolyn, unfortunetly, hadn't given them any location, although he supposed the ice sword would be near where the battle of The Burning was.
"Look lively everyone," Faolyn announced as they started diving toward some caves. It looked like Matthew's hunch was correct. "It's almost time. Remember, stay close to either me, or Matthew."
Matthew stifiled a groan as they started to fly into a cave. The air in caves was dead, and he didn't like the damped confines of them. They flew for a while, then stopped at a faint blackness on the floor. "This is it. Everyone, close your eyes. Even with my, this journey is not going to feel very good for you guys." No sooner than Matthew had closed his eyes, he felt nauses, and had the sensation of the room spinning before him. Just when he couldn't take it anymore, it mercifully stopped. Opening his eyes, Matthew was greeted by a rather plain cavern, like the one they were just in, but with a ceiling that rose up farther than he could see. The only feature present was a small alter, onto which the ice sword rested. Well, that and the dozen or so angels.
"Charge!" Amelia roared. Taking the cue, Matthew dove toward the angel's. They were surprised for only a moment, reacting quicker than any mortal being could. But Matthew experienced a curious phenomenon. Even though the angels were moving fast, their actual movements were odd. Slowed down. He quickly gathered that this was an effect of the claws. Braceing himself, he managed to block the talons of an angel. Even though the blow reverberated throughout his body, he managed to counter the surprised angel. Obviously, he didn't suspect that this owl could be in posestion of a hero's weapon. Matthew fought defensively, making sure he stayed near the others. Faolyn, on the other hand, seemed more hagsfiend than angel at this point. He dove toward the nearest angel, savegly attacking it before moving toward the next one. Perhaps he wasn't as concerned with the well being of the mortal owls as it seemed. Regardless, the fight was soon over, with no injuries to boot. Amelia in particular had fought amazingly, though less aggressively than Faolyn.
"Okay, is everyone all right…? Good. But the next fight won't be so easy. They know we will be coming now. But we have the sword now. Any takers?"
"I'll wield it," Amelia said softly. "I'm the most comftorble with ice."
"Okay, good. Two more left."
And done. Hope you all enjoyed it. I, for one, am rather exhausted. I just came back from spending two hours hanging up signs for my school's elections. Wish me luck! Or review! Either will help me.