He was suddenly wide awake, this could not happen. He wouldn’t let the king die! The desk felt hard beneath him. How long was he asleep? The figure’s back was turned. He grabbed a potion bottle and, Thinking fast, he smashed it on the desk. The figure looked up, his golden eyes gleamed. Quick as a flash, his wings opened wide and he swooped over to where Quinfir stood. He punched the Elf in then nose. Quinfir ducked and rolled behind the desk. He could hear his heart racing and feel the warm blood trickling down his face. He was still holding the bottle, his hands clenched tight around it as he stood up. There it was, tall and looming. The Elf leaped forward aiming with the bottle for it’s head. It dodged and swiped at his arm with his dagger. Quinfir Stumbled and lay on the ground. His arm was cut open and his face was covered in blood. but he had to keep going. “Stop!” The figure looked angry. “You don’t understand! He deserves this” He stepped over Quinfir, towards the King’s bed. With his arm still injure

d, Quinfir stood up. He grabbed the white wing in front of him and threw him by the wing. It fell out the window. Then he flew back up, the wing he had grabbed looking like it could barely fly. He landed on the roof below the tower. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE” He looked insane. Quinfir knew it wouldn’t be long until it came back to finish the job. Taking a deep breath, he leapt off the tower and landed on the roof. His legs took the blow and he staggered, but kept standing. He lunged at it, grabbing it and pulling it down. It’s brown hair was in his face for a moment, but then he was thrown off. “You are no match for me”, It shouted, “what could you possibly do. The Father will DIE and there is nothing you or anyone else can do to save him” “There will always be hope!” Quinfir shouted and swung his leg to trip it. It fell and as it did, Quinfir, using his last piece of strength, ripped off his wing and shoved him off the roof. It’s screams echoed all around, bouncing off every wall. A thud, then all was silent

Relieved, Quinfir let go and felt himself drop to the roof. Then all went black. Ok the grammar or spelling or whatever might be terrible but I hope you can change that lol. if you need anything added or taken away or changed, I'll do that! If you do see something please tell me it's honestly no problem

honestly it could be better, I've read better fight scenes but it's not terrible either. Is this alright?

If it IS ok you can alter anything you like to make it fit your story better