The dark angel barely began to raise her hand when Owyn put on a burst of speed that took him away from the strangers and their turf.
Holy crap, was that really an angel?
As he charged through an alleyway, a weird, black, purple-glowing eye-thing appeared in front of him, and he instinctively punched it, shattering it into motes.
The fuck was that?!
Owyn continued his sprint, occasionally looking behind him to find that the one-winged angel was hovering along as she searched for him. She didn't seem to be in a hurry, and so he tried to change things up by dodging into alleyways and down random streets, startling smallfolk everywhere as he ran barefoot with only his calluses to protect him.
