Darkangel

Its night again, where darkness surrounds you and evil comes out to harm. She put on her fighting black leathery suit and cloak on, a black cold metal covering her face but not long enough to cover her eyes, her enchanting everychanging eyes. Her long black sword straped behind her. yet another night to fight, fight for the peace of the world, ofr it to be safe from THEM.
She can smell THEM moving in the darkness, putting thier long shrap nails onto human flesh,consuming them in the darkness. Her heart race and her spirit moves in her making her wanting to draw her sword and push it into thier pathetic body.
She works alone, never believed in working with other. Too much hasle, got to take care of the other, too much feelings involved too, people may die and things will get messy.
Its time...She must move fast, into the darknes she soar drawing her sword to fight...