Seeing the castle in the distance, keeping his hand on the hilt of the sword. The crest on the chest plate glowing slightly in the moon light, had two swords crossed over a shield. His grandad had said the crest meant to protect what was around him and the people he cherished in his life. Stopping slightly, looking over the castle he saw a demon army.

"Were going to have to take this place back before they make it to the walls or this will all fall apart." With that he dove cutting any arrows that were fired in half making a path clear for lauralye and his men. Keeping silent, as he made it to the walls, dodging a sword that would have cut into his wings. He kicked the first over the wall then the second in the head. 

Waving for them I come down, he moved the second man into a place where the guards would not see him.