One Mean Ghost
Your Ghost Host from the West Coast
Alexander Salvatore
"Who the hell asked you?!" Alexander snapped at the newcomer. "I was just minding my own business and that monster attacked me!" He pointed an accusing finger at Dante as he stood up, directly in front of the door to the girl's dorm.
"Only because you were taking pictures of girls in their room!"
"SHUT IT YOU FILTHY DEMON!" Alexander turned to face Dante, holding up a palm as light pooled in the palm of his hand before an arrow shot forth, hitting Dante's right wing and pinning it to the tree, causing the Siren to scream in agony the sound of his voice unintentionally shaking all the windows around.. Unfortunately for Dante, Alexander knew that a siren's wings were a weak point... The exorcist snickered. "Lucky for you, Dante, I've been ordered to leave you be for now so someone else can get you... but if they fail... I'll finish it..." He hissed holding a palm over his head that caused a blinding light to temporarily blind anyone looking... When the light cleared, he was gone.
Dante
The pain was excruciating.... He bit down so hard on his lip to try and stop screaming that blood ran down his chin. The arrow did not leave with its Master, instead, Dante was suspended by his wing, his own body weight causing the arrow to tear his wing a little at a time. He hadn't seen the attack coming.. He hadn't expected someone to just openly attack him like that... He had been so shocked at the sudden rage he hadn't responded quick enough, and now, he was paying for it...
His blood dripped on the ground, feathers falling into the blood as he cried out in pain again, his wing tearing along the arrow that kept him staked to the tree... If this kept up, his wing may just split in two....
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