Snippet!!!!

I sat perched on the thick tree branch, hands steadying my weight on it. I quickly glanced around for any sign of Morrighan. Losing my divine partner had grown increasingly difficult, and I spent more time checking to see if she had followed me than actually hunting. Though as the familiar scent of the damned filled my nostrils, all thoughts of the overbearing archangel slipped from my mind.

Each devil had its own scent trail, and each one was distinct. As far as I knew I was the only one who could smell past the burning sulfuric staple to categorize each individual scent trail. In fact, I was pretty sure I was the only one who could smell them at all. It was my secret and it made me exceptional at what I did. I also wasn't all that sure how some of my superiors would feel if they knew that. Something like that would more have been looked at as a trait of the damned unholy that we hunted. That was certainly a label I didn't need hanging over my head. I had enough problems already.

Closing my eyes, I allowed my other senses to take control. Though Id trained harder to make up for my damaged eye, the deep scar rendered it completely useless. Still, I had four other senses. At least that's what I had rationed with Gabriel.

I shook my head and let the memories fall away. I drew the wakizashis from their sheaths on my back and let myself drop from the tree. I caught it with my feet, letting myself hand there. I held the blades tight against my arms and took in a heavy breath. As I filled my lungs I dropped from my spot, reveling at the cool air against my skin as I hit the forest floor behind the demon. I couldn't see him, but I knew that he was there. My arms extended and with them the razor sharp blades in one quick and uninterrupted motion. The blades connected with the demon in the seemingly empty air, and soon after the sickening crunch of skin and bone preceded it's fall to the ground. The unholy beast's head and body fell next to each other and the acidic blood oozed over the half dead foliage that littered the forest floor. I quickly took a couple steps back as the putrid liquid slowly made it's way toward my shoes. I hopped over it, cautiously avoiding contact with the thick reddish brown liquid. I'd lost far too many pairs of good boots that way.