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back.  There is no hesitation when he pulls the trigger.
     
    Three things happen simultaneously.  Kallen and I throw up a magical wall that prevents the bullet from getting closer than six feet from us.  A sandstorm kicks up around the shooter and he is forced to his knees, shielding his eyes and face from being ravished by the tiny granules wanting to tear him apart.  The third thing?  The area is flooded with magic.  And it’s not all mine and Kallen’s.  A quick look up at Kallen confirms he can feel it as well. 
     
    My eyes shift to where the other magic is coming from.  The dark haired woman who isn’t much older than me is staring intently at the man.  I can feel the magic flow in waves from her.  She is causing the windstorm that is keeping the man from harming anyone.  Mainly, me.
     
    Kallen and I drop our magic at once.  The sudden depletion of magic in the air turns the woman’s head towards us.  She felt it but confusion is clear in her eyes.  Distracted, her magic falters slightly and the man is once again able to grab for his gun that he dropped in the sand.  Without taking my eyes from hers, I send a blast of magic towards him that sends him flying a good fifty feet away.  A few inches more and he would have hit one of the pyramids.  I want to disarm him, not kill him.
     
    Simultaneously, the woman and I let our magic go.  Obviously, we’re on the same side.  Keeping a wary eye on the stunned gunman, I walk towards her.  The man tries to stumble to his feet and a small ring of fire has him crawling backwards.  I didn’t put the fire there.  She did.
     
    “What are you?” I ask.  I can’t believe those words just fell out of my mouth.  I hate it when people ask me that. 
     
    A surprised smile touches her lips.  “What are you?” she asks.
     
    “Yes, what are you, Xandra?” a voice that makes me want to claw my own eardrums out says from behind me.  There is no more movement around me, not even a grain of sand.
     
    I turn around slowly, trying hard not to show my fear.  “I should have known this was your work.  I thought you weren’t supposed to control people.”
     
    He laughs and I visibly shudder.  I can’t help it.  “It is not control when I simply encourage someone to do what they dream about in the dead of night.  He is destined to be a killer; I simply suggested he start now.”
     
    “What do you want?”  As if I don’t already know that he wants my head on a platter and my body torn apart limb from limb.  I shudder at the image in my mind.  It’s a very real possibility.  He is an Archangel after all.
     
    “What do I want?  Surely you are not naïve enough to believe I would not seek revenge.”
     
    “Revenge?  You attacked me, remember?”  I try to keep the desperation out of my voice but I’m not sure I got all of it.
     
    “Not true.  I believed you to be Raziel at the time.  He and I have a long history of disputes.  But you and I had none.  You threw yourself into our battle without the decency of making yourself known to me.  You brought magic to the fight that did not belong there.”
     
    I try hard not to roll my eyes.  I stop them half roll.  “Are you talking about black magic?  You’re the Angel of black magic and sin.  It sounds like you’re just pissed that I used it first.”
     
    His form rises above me like a black cloud ready to engulf me.  “I am an Archangel and you will address me as such.”
     
    Okay, I’m over being scared.  Now I’m annoyed.  “Your stupid parlor tricks aren’t going to scare me.  If you want me to grovel at your feet because you made your form look bigger than it is, you’ve come to the wrong place.  I’ve met Goblins who looked scarier than you do right now.”  Why do I antagonize my enemies?  Is it some recessive gene that wasn’t weeded out through evolution?
     
    I suddenly have an Archangel in my face.  If he was a millimeter closer, our noses would be