It moved fast, snaking around his waist as Aziraphale changed tactics in mid-strike. Flaring his wings wide to strengthen his stance, the angel dug in his heels, bringing the sword up high above his head. He let the tongue pull at him, then plunged the sword downward toward where the thing disappeared into the sand.
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Date: 2007-03-04 03:26 am (UTC)