Chapter 117
July – 3,390 BC
Earth: outside Assur
Colonel Mikhail Mannuki’ili
MIKHAIL
Rather than fly high, he flew low, and from the opposite direction. He could see the fire, and the women tied up around it. What he couldn't see were the men who had kidnapped them.
The cry of a small animal, its sleep disturbed by a clumsy foot, finally betrayed where the enemy had set up their ambush. While they knew he'd regained the gift of flight, nobody had ever taught them how to scan the night sky for black-brown wings.
"Ay-iyah!" a man shrieked as an avenging Angelic swooped down, sword drawn, like a terrifying bird of prey.
Mikhail decapitated him before he could finish his scream.
"Mikhail!" somebody shouted. He recognized Pareesa's voice.
The enemy rushed at him, surprised he'd lande
