"I said repent, damn it!"<br/><br/>The young man had shout out at the other man in frustration, leaping back with a single flap of his large pearly white wings. The boy had a young face, though his height and build suggested he had to be at least seventeen or eighteen. His face was serious despite its boyish features. He had short wind blown hair and rather bushy brown eyebrows, not to mention a bright yellow halo of light levitating above his head. His complexion was Caucasian and his eyes were a glowing golden color. He was of average height and seemed to have the build of a runner or even a swimmer. He wore a bright white hoodie with brown patterns to the one side, the inside like with gray and brown fur. He also wore brown cargo shorts and a pair of brown and white converse sneakers.<br/><br/>In his hand was an elegant looking white recurve bow with golden patterns along it. While he was in mid air, he took aim at the other man and pulled back on the string. An elegant looking arrow with white and gold fletchings formed in the bow with a flash of light before he released and sent it soaring straight at the man's head.Â<br/><br/>The man merely smirked as the arrow came speeding at him. He was a rather attractive older man who seemed to be in amazing shape. He had short blonde hair that had been spike up, two little red horns peaking out enough to be visible. He had a regular Caucasian complexion and his eyes were an astonishing shade of scarlet. He wore a black, tight sleeveless shirt that showed off every muscle he had. He also wore a pair of worn and torn jeans, a long and leathery red pointed tail poking out and waving back and forth, as well as black and white sneakers. In his hand he held what looked to be a long scarlet iron staff with three long prongs at the end like a pitch form, which h e quickly and efficiently twirled around and breaking the arrow before it could hit its intended mark.Â<br/><br/>"Like hell, little man," he said arrogantly. "I came here for the guy so why don't you flock off, feather boy."<br/><br/>The young man landed lightly on the ground as the other man spoke, gritting his teeth a he acted so arrogant.Â<br/><br/>"I'm not little!" the young man snapped, his bow beginning to glow a yellow light as he grabbed it with both hands. "But while I'm here, then I might as well kill two birds with one stone!"Â<br/><br/>The young man pulled his hands apart, the light breaking off and changing shape until they changed into two arrows in each hand. With another mighty flap of his wings, the young man was propelled forward through the air. He began gabbing the arrow heads at the man when he landed in front of him, his arms moving with extreme speed and precision. The other man, however, seemed to be just as skilled, for he swung and twirled his staff, deflecting each and every attempt to impale him.Â<br/><br/>As the young man attempted to take down the other man, he herd something from the side, like a footstep. Mid attack, he looked over to see what he had descended in order to find; the boy with the peculiar soul. It seem the other man had noticed him to, for he looked at the boy dead on and had completely forgotten about the battle.Â<br/><br/>"Hey, it's-!"<br/><br/>The young man, seeing a chance, quickly flipped into a hand stand, taping it his body around and striking the older man in the side of his head with his foot and sending him flying into a wall. The young man ran over to the other young man, still looking rather serious.Â<br/><br/>"It's you!" he exclaimed, sounding relieved but still looking pretty serious.Â