Angel had picked England to start their campaign to take back the European continent, she had all of their plan for the take back of Northumberland which started with them fighting on the beach then moving inland until they reached the county of Cumbria. As soon as she and her troops had appeared on the smooth sand of the beach, the ocean behind them still receding from the high tide, they found that they had arrived right in the middle of one of Master Vile's camps. They wasted little time, the night was dimming and soon it would be dawn, after everyone sent out a gasp of shock they opened fire. Bazooka's, MK-47's and machine guns were and an odd assortment of grenades were thrown. Angel sent as many energized blasts as she could before she started using the salty ocean water behind. She made whips out of water, frozen water and sent it flying at the enemy, pushed a huge wave that washed a good chunk of the monster's camp out to sea, then when she saw that a good many monsters were left and were charging at her and her troops she switched to her lightning ability. Many monsters were electrocuted to death, some decided to stop the charge and draw back to the second camp in Northumberland county, England located ten miles to the west.
"So when were you going to tell us about their camp being on the beach?" General Faulk snapped, he reloaded his bazooka quickly and set it for the time he'd have to use it again.
"That camp was miles inland," Angel exclaimed. "my father must have ordered it moved."
She kicked Gasha into a gallop and led the general and the troops in the direction that the retreating monsters had gone. The beach ended near a grassy knoll, the knoll went only fifteen feet before it met with cobblestone. Angel found it odd that North America's buildings were near in shambles while in England the buildings had survived and were still standing tall. They passed through a residential area, white buildings with gray roofs stood tall and proud. They went on until they reached the rail station, a series of brick buildings were behind an opened brick fence. Even these stood tall. Up ahead that saw that the sundial in the town square was down, it lay down on the ground like a needle. The Caravan Park's grass was burnt, several benches were destroyed and many of the trees were on their sides, curiously though the guest houses and the bed and breakfast was still up. When they passed the bed and breakfast nooks they saw the second camp, it was up and busy across the Coquet River. Angel saw the lighthouse, it was black and broken. As soon as she saw the camp rode towards it, when she got to the bridge-road that led to the camp she pulled her sword out. She was about to sound the attack when, suddenly, she was hit by an energized blast. Her stallion rose and she lost her seating, she fell back hard against the cobblestone road. When she looked up she saw her horse running to the enemy's side.
"Ma'am!" General Faulk exclaimed. "Are you alright?"
Angel stood up, not answering the General's concern for her, the blast had caught her off guard and she wanted to know where it had come from. Her jacket was burned badly, she tore it off of her and tossed it aside. Her sword was lying two feet from her, she went to pick it up. As she bent down to get it she saw someone jump onto the bridge. Almost like time had slowed up, she stood up and looked at the being. General Faulk sent out an order and all of a sudden bullets whizzed by her, her shirt flapped in their breeze and she near went deaf. General Faulk ran up to her and grabbed her, he threw her down to the ground to get her out of the line of the fire.
General Faulk, while yelling at Angel, asking if she had gone crazy, looked at the female being on the bridge. She was being hit by the bullets but she wasn't acting very effected by them. The female being on the bridge was wearing a long flowing dress of blue, purple and black synthetic crystal which flew back as the bullets flashed by her, when her dress flew back a bit high he noticed she had blue heels on her feet. Her fingers ended in long slightly curled dark-blue fingernails, she had a headful of wavy light blue almost white hair. Although her face looked human it was light blue in color, it was very feminine, it was surrounded by bright blue crystal shards. Her eyes were unique, they were a very bright blue in color. As the General watched, the being lifted her hand and swung it across his waist, the bullets that flew around her suddenly stopped, they fell to the ground after a second of suspended animation.
"I'll take care of her!" Angel said, fully in control now. "Order your troops across the bridge and destroy that camp!"
Although the female being was new to the General, Angel knew fully who she was. Dara Dara, younger sister of her father but older sister to Triskull, the only daughter of KurukVile Surfeit and his wife, Irka. Dara Dara looked pissed, she stood in front of Angel with her bright blue eyes blazing in anger. Angel replaced her sword in its sheath, she'd only use it if needed. As soon as she replaced the sword she flung her hand out shooting a long pink energy strand at her aunt. Dara Dara twirled and grabbed the energy strand, she threw it back at Angel who ducked quickly to avoid it. Angel pulled both of her arms back, her wrists were touching, then shot them forward. A great big green energy ball flew at her aunt who was caught unprepared. The energy ball flew at her aunt and smacked into her mid-section, Dara Dara sent out a single sound then collapsed to her knees. She didn't stay there for long, while she was on the ground she wrapped Angel up in a red energy rope and flung her around, Angel struggled while in the rope but it was in vain. She was thrown against buildings, against poles and then released. She flew to the cobblestone road, a gasp of pain escaped her lips.
"I'm on strict orders to not harm you." Dara Dara said, she was now walking up to Angel. "But I'll be damned if I won't be bringing you back without a few bruises on your body!"
Dara Dara kicked Angel in the stomach, Angel rolled twice then attempted to get back to her feet only to feel her aunt's heeled shoe kick into her ribs. She scrambled to her feet as fast as she could, dodging a punch in the process, and ran a few feet before turning. Dara Dara was right behind her, she grabbed her youngest niece's long red hair and pulled it down, Angel yelled in shock and near fell to her knees. With a roar, Angel yanked herself away, she felt the hair that was in her aunt's hand tear from her scalp while she did so.
"I'll make a tassel of your hair tonight!" Dara Dara yelled at her niece.
Angel balled her fists up and with a roar, she slammed them against the ground. Dara Dara had just grabbed another handful of her hair and yanked her up when the ground turned red and started smoking. Tearing herself from her aunt, feeling more of her hair being ripped from her head, Angel repeated her previous action. This time the ground opened, started shaking and steam along with lava shot out from the cracks. She turned quickly and with her elemental powers, she grabbed a strand of lava and twirled. When she released the lava strand it flew at her aunt, hitting her dead on. General Faulk and his troops had already won their fight, seeing as she had the advantage she lifted a chunk of the Earth from under her, holding it over her head, she screamed as she threw it at her aunt. It hit her with a sickening thud and she fell to the ground with it on top of her. Seeing this as her chance, Angel turned around and ran to the General and his troops who were awaiting her. When she got there she teleported.
She screamed as the Earth chunk was lifted, when she was pulled out from under it she screamed some more and when she stood she near fell as the pain was horrible. She had figured that her niece was not strong in her energized powers but she had found that her assumption was completely wrong. She stood in her spot, teetering on the bridge of falling down, smoke raised from her body from where the lava had hit her. That lava blast had hurt, bad! She had several third and fourth degree burns, the forth being so bad that she could near see the organs under her skin and that scared her. When her nails cut into her skin, she was clinching her hands so tightly, she looked down and smiled. Yes, she might be badly injured, badly burned, but she had fought her niece face-to-face and she had a souvenir to prove it. She had a long strand of her niece's long flowing red hair in one hand and another equally long strand in the other, enough to make a tassel of.
"Someone call up my brother," Dara Dara ordered. "I need medical treatment and fast!"
Angel's injuries were not bad, they weren't good but they weren't bad either. She had bruised ribs, her stomach was bruised and she had a burn on her shoulder from where her aunt's initial energy blast had met its mark, her hands were burned from her own energy blasts and they were badly bruised in the knuckles from her punching the hard Earth. These were easily tended to, they would heal at the normal rate, it was her hair that would take a while to recover. Her aunt had torn out great big strands from the back of her head, when she had gotten back she had looked herself in the mirror and grimaced. Afterwards, she had asked General Faulk to take a pair of scissors and cut off the rest to even it out. Now, looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a woman who had hair just barely below her ears, her scalp hurt greatly from the great strands that were yanked out and that didn't make it any better.
"It'll grow back." Angel said to the man behind her, a lieutenant with short brown hair and blue eyes. "It'll take a while but it'll grow back."
"You're still pretty," the lieutenant said gently. "maybe not as beautiful as you was before you left here, but you are still pretty."
"Thanks for the honesty." Angel's breath made a fog on the mirror as she spoke her last words to the lieutenant.
Master Vile stood over his sister, Dara Dara could see that he was trying to be calm for her benefit but in his eyes bore concern and deep-rooted anger. His person physician had been called in and had fixed up her abdomen well, she was covered around the waist by thick and greatly medicated bandages. Her other burns had been bandaged up lightly except for one which was on her shoulder, the room smelled thickly of medication. When she had gotten back to SkullTerra she had been ushered to her bedroom chamber and told to lie down, her brother's physician had rushed in soon after, she had yelled out several times when the medication had been applied but that was all. When the physician had left her brother had walked in, he had strode up to where he was now and just looked down at her, not saying a word. She reached over to her red cherry dresser and pulled out the top drawer, her arm screamed in pain as she searched around blindingly for the strands of hair she had tied together earlier. When she found the two long strands she pulled them out, she held them out to her brother.
"She's powerful, but she does have weaknesses." Dara Dara said to her brother. "I was able to take some of her hair from her head."
Her brother took one of the strands, the thinner one, and held it up. When she offered the thicker strand he shook his head and pushed it back at her. She took that as him saying for her to keep it. She watched as he ran his hand up the thin strand of hair that glowed even in the dim light of her room, the thicker strand of hair that she was now replacing back in the top dresser cast a glow against the wall. After a few seconds he took the strand of his daughter's hair and tied it beside the tassel of white Voung hair that hung down from his breast-plate. His daughter's bright red hair that shone brilliantly made the white tassel of Voung hair shine even more brightly.
"Get close to her," Dara Dara said to her brother. "from what I experienced she didn't much have a good run of things when she and I were close to each other."
"She's rather good at hand-to-hand combat, sis." Master Vile replied. "You must have caught her off guard."
"No, brother." Dara Dara shook her head slowly. "She wasn't caught off guard. Let me show you."
Dara Dara pointed her finger at the wall where a cloud appeared, when it cleared it showed the fight between her and her niece. Master Vile watched, his face grew light and he nodded his head. When the fight was over and the cloud disappeared, he stayed silent for a second then turned to her. He placed his hand on her shoulder gently, their eyes locked for nearly a minute before he turned to exit her bedroom chamber.
"She's a strong one," Master Vile said before he exited the room. "you'll find out soon how strong, at the moment she had an agenda and is not interested in deep fighting with us. We'll squash her agenda here soon now that I know that she is now attacking my camps in England."
Angel and General Faulk took back the northern half of England and were not working on the southern part, they hadn't met much opposition but were on guard. Angel's hair was still cut short, the general had suggested to her that she wear a wig or have extensions put on to make it look longer but she refused saying she'd rather look natural rather than fake in appearance. This proved to be very wise because the monsters in the camp now saw her as a different person, this proved to be very confusing to Master Vile when he read the reports. Angel and the general had freed three of the four camps in the last county of England, Cornwall, and were about to attack the last camp. They were all lined up, ready to start firing, Angel and the general were on their horses riding up from the back. When they got within eyesight of the camp they saw Master Vile and pulled back hard.
"All of England and now we meet up with him." General Faulk growled. "Now what?"
"We fight," Angel replied back, she nudged her horse forward. "that's what we do."
When Gasha came up over the hill he stopped, he didn't stop on his own accord but because Angel had pulled his reins to stop him. His nostrils flared out, he was postured and ready to run out, not only was Angel's father there but he had brought with him one of his own horses, a stallion from the distance it looked. When the coal-black horse saw Gasha he sent up a challenging whistle which made Master Vile turn. Angel and he locked eyes for a second then she released the reins, her horse leaped forward in a charge, blaring his call while he was running. Master Vile leaped up on his horse and with a swift kick, sent him charging towards her. General Faulk and his troops opened fire on the camp behind Master Vile, in order for the horses to not get hurt or her and her father to be harmed by the bullets and missiles that they were firing. Angel pulled her horse to the side and guided him away from the fire, her father's horse did the same.
Angel pulled out her sword and had it risen above her head when Gasha and her father's horse collided, her father's horse was packed with muscle and had razor-sharp yet slightly yellowed teeth, he grabbed Gasha's neck in his mouth and Gasha pounded him in the chest with his hooves and snapped at him with his teeth. When the two horses parted Angel was about to turn him away when he slammed up against the other horse, hard, then rose up. She and her father got tangled up and fell together, wrapped up in each other. They both landed on the ground with a thud, her on top of him.
"Well well well!" Master Vile breathed in her face, he gripped her in his arms tight to prevent her from getting up. "Who do we have here? A female General who needs to know her place it seems."
Angel slammed her face into her father's then jumped up, her horse was still battling her father's horse she saw. She threw back her sword then swung it forward, it cut into the ground as her father had just rolled over. He was now on his feet and was charging her. She swung her sword once more but her father was much too fast! He grabbed her wrist and wrenched the sword from her hand, throwing it behind him. With her eyes growing wide, she ducked to miss the punch that was meant for her face then swung her free hand, it collided with his ribs. He grunted but didn't let her go. In one quick motion, he pulled her up to him close, looking deep in her eyes.
"My daughter and I have a lot to talk about after I dispose of you Miss General." he said to her.
To Angel's great disgust and embarrassment, her father; her own flesh and blood, reached forward and wrapped his free hand around her breast. With a roar she kicked her leg up, a spout of air came from it which sent her father back a few feet. She didn't stop there; the embarrassment, the disgrace and the disgust wound into one, she swung her fisted hand, sending air punches at her father before switching to her energized attacks. She made green energy form around her fist then sent it at her father after she punched out, he sidestepped it and charged at her, she repeated the attack and this time it hit him on the side. He flopped to the ground then bounced back up, he rose his hand and enveloped her in a red energized square which bound her arms and legs. With a growl he pushed his hand forward which made the energized square release, she felt herself flying through the air to the ground behind her. Getting up fast, she sent an energized rope at him which he grabbed and pulled to him, he sent an electric charge up it to her. She screamed when it hit her and fell to her hands and knees, smoke rose from her back. When a shadow passed over her she looked up.
"You are a horribly gross guy!" she exclaimed.
"If you would have said something I never would have gone into that territory." her father replied.
Angel swung her arms up, an energized volcanic gust of wind pushed her father up from the ground, with her arms still held up, she stood. She dropped her arms and he fell to the ground hard, she next dragged him across the ground then lifted him back up, with a scream she tossed him almost back to the camp. She ran forward after he crashed to the ground, as she ran she was surrounded by a pink energy, an energized wind blew back, when she was but ten feet from her father the pink energy that was around her dropped, she leaped into the air with a roar. She had transformed into a Tiger, a bright red Tiger with black stripes and emerald-green eyes. When she landed on her father she snapped her jaws at his face, his pupils grew extremely tiny and he reached up, gripping her by the throat. He sat up, keeping her back with his arm, she wrapped her legs around his arm, cutting into his gloves with her claws, when he was on his feet he pulled his arm back and with a loud grunt he tossed her back.
"Being in front of me change," her father started a de-forming spell. "be true of form, change from the beast to the form of truth!"
Angel's guise fell, luckily when she had been tossed back she had landed near her sword. She ran forward and snatched it up. Her father walked towards her, drawing his sword as he did so, when they were a sword's length from each other they started circling. Master Vile's mouth was open in a sickening smile, the fangs on both sets of his teeth sent a shiver down her spine. Master Vile moved first, he swung his sword at her and she ducked it, when she came up on the other side of his sword she swung her sword which cut into the flesh of his shoulder. He howled in pain and pulled back, with his free hand he punched at her, she jumped back. She swung her sword again, intending to strike him again, but instead he jumped back and reached his hand out. Before Angel could react she felt him grab her face, lifted her from her feet by her face, his long dark-blue fingernails digging into the flesh on the outer edges of her face, she screamed in terror and pain.
"How dare you you little brat!" her father bellowed.
She had reached up with her free hand and had started tearing at his fingers when he threw her back, when she landed the back of her head snapped back on a rock which made her vision foggy. Her sword landed to the side of her about three feet away. She reached for it then pulled away when her father threw an energized ball at the spot where her sword was, seeing her chance to deceive him she went the other way, left, and he threw another energy ball at her, she pulled back and went for her sword before he had even released the blast. When she wrapped her hand around the handle she rolled over quick then jumped to her feet. She swung her sword and sent an energized strand at her father, he caught it and sent it back to her. Angel, thinking fast, grabbed the energy strand in her hand and made it wrap around her wrist, she pulled her arm back then swung it forward, pulling every bit of her strength into the punch she sent at her father. An energy punch of red flew at her father, leaving a series of red circles behind it, when it struck her father it did so just above his groin. All fight left his face as he doubled over, his hands between his legs.
General Faulk was yelling for her to come back, she saw that Gasha was being held by him and so was the black stallion that belonged to her father. She turned back to her father, she took a few steps towards him then turned back around and ran to the general. Her father stood up slowly, he sent a weak energy blast at her which fell far from its mark, when Angel got the General Faulk and the horses she teleported them; General Faulk, her, the horses and the troops, out of the area. When they landed outside of Cornwall Angel set up the shield around the county, she made the shield like all of the others, making sure that it included all of the districts and towns in the county so that everyone who returned to the area would be safe. When that was done she teleported everyone back to their camp in Yellowstone National Park, in North America.
"Sent in a scout to make sure that the shield I just put up is monster free." Angel told the general. "Code Orange."
General Faulk saluted her then handed the reins of both horses to her. Angel didn't care where he went or what scout that he ordered to check out the area she had just put a shield around, she was worried about the two horses. Gasha was all cuts, blood poured from his back and from his left foreleg which was cut horribly, the coal-black horse had bite marks all over, he had a chunk of flesh missing on his chest, on his neck and there was a place on his cheek that was missing, he was also holding his hind leg up from the ground. Very gently and slowly, she led both stallions to the corral, she untacked Gasha and released him, he walked with his head low and with a limp. She took the coal-black horse to a smaller corral and untacked him. She didn't release him, she ran her hands up and down all of his legs and found that the back leg was simply being held up because of a pulled tendon. She tied the horse up and went to get a bucket. When she returned she gently washed the horse down.
Her father was one for his horses, he bred quite and this one was one fine animal! He was tall, about sixteen and a half hands, and he was packed with muscle, his legs were clean and well made, his hooves were well formed and his head was dished and had an Arabian appearance to it. The black eyes had a lot of intelligence in them, when Angel checked the mouth she found to her surprise that the horse was eight years old. There was no white on the horse, he was as black as night. As she washed her father's horse she thought about the codes that she and the general had thought up and initiated after they had fought the first monster camp.
Code Blue - check for monsters only
Code Yellow - check for monsters and keep an eye open if her siblings were spotted in the area of take back
Code Orange - check for monsters and keep an eye open if her uncle or aunt were spotted in the area of take back
Code Red - check for monsters, keep alert if her father was in the area of take back
Code Purple - check for monsters, keep alert if her father and grandfather were in the area of take back
and the final one; Code White - check for monsters and keep on alert if all of her ill-gotten family were in the area of take back
A nicker made her look in the direction of Gasha, he had his head thrust over the rope that made the corral, he was looking at her with bright eyes, his nostrils were flared. The coal-black stallion shifted his weight but didn't respond. It was like he was enjoying her hands on him. Angel smiled, the coal-black stallion was probably very use to and enjoyed the movements of hands on his body, he had been bred, raised and pampered by the servants that were employed by her father and probably even by her father. She looked from stallion to stallion, noting the differences. Gasha stood just over fifteen hands, while her father's stallion stood sixteen and a half hands, Gasha's body was scarred up while the black stallion's body was sleek and smooth and scar free. Gasha's neck was big and powerful while the black stallion's was long and slender. While Gasha looked every bit a horse who had earned the title of stallion, the black stallion looked like a portrait. She stopped rubbing the black stallion with the rag and put it and the brush she had used to get the mane and tail flowing beautifully and freely in the bucket. She released the stallion and he went off grazing, he limped some but that was all. Her eyes landed on the saddle and she walked over to it, she knelt down beside it and poked inside the saddle's bags. The saddle cloth was black with red design on it, the saddle was a bright shiny black with a red saddle horn in front, the stirrup straps were black leather while the stirrup irons were silver. She found a tag in one of the saddle bags and pulled it out.
"Ayut Hazem, owned by Master Vile." she read the tag out loud. "If found return to owner, within twenty-four hours of this horse's not being returned an alert is sent out."
Standing up, she grabbed the saddle and picked up the bucket, carrying each in an arm. The name sounded unique, she wondered what her father would do to her when he found out that she had his horse. Walking over to a tent, she placed the bucket down with the others and then carried the saddle over to a board, she heaved it up and placed it over the board gently. The saddle was a beauty and she didn't want to damage it any. When she left the tent she went back into the corral that Ayut Hazem, her father's horse, was in. She collected the bridle from the ground and carried it to the tent, it too was a beauty. Black leather with red tassels hanging down from the cheeks and browbands, she hung it on a peg near her father's saddle. When she left the tent she saw General Faulk running at her, she rolled her eyes and waited for him. When he got to her he was near all out of breath.
"Cuh...Cornwell is all secure ma'am." General Faulk said to her. "What are your orders?"
"Now tell the people of the camp that Cornwell in England is ready to go back to," Angel replied. "take a number of who all wants to go back to Cornwell and tell me. The Cornwelliens will be moved back to their homes by midnight tonight."