The wind rushed with screeches and snaps of broken necks, spines, and other bones filled the air. Alejandro stood frozen in terror in the middle, giants with their nimble fingers, grasped the goblins and gnomes beneath them, crushing them with their over larged feet. Fallen angels against the three horned creature, with daggers in hand. Alejandro watched as his father ran into the battle with a dagger, only to be crushed under a giants foot. Tears ran down his face, as his father reappeared when the giant got off. A bloody, twisted, and a broken spine, made his father look as if he were a flat snake. A smug look fell upon the fallen angels, between anger and happiness. Alejandro gritted his teeth and got out his pocket knife, tearing it into the giants leg, then charged at the fallen angels and cut of their wings. They let out pure screams of agony, their faces twisted in pain. I can never do this again. He gagged as he watched the agony and shock in their faces. Never...