Crescent turned into a hundred black butterflies – escaping the onslaught of the deadly feather with only a hairbreadth away. The flutters of the butterflies welcomed the wide-eyed angel. He had to swerve his body in order to avoid hitting the solid Willow tree instead.
Angelo followed the flock of pure black butterflies that flew together like a shadow, leaving a trail of green flames. When the butterflies created enough safe distance against Angelo, Crescent's image materialized in the center of the slaughter butterflies she commanded.
Damon let out a whistle.
"Show me, Halfling. Show me what you meant by the words you said to me that night. Give me the results of your efforts."