Quick, Fast, Lethal

Vintas moved toward the door and pulled his wings in. He just made them weapons too using that metal, always be thinking ahead. Think of what you could use to give yourself the advantage in battle. Here was one of those times. He now was nearly at full capacity. Portia's blood at the last feeding was nearly matching to his needs. His mate changing quickly and it showed. 

Vintas was far more open and ready with his capabilities. These beings were going to learn a hard lesson. They were not dealing with some poor fool, but a trained warrior. One that had trained others, supplied them with the weapons needed to destroy darkness. As such however, Vintas knew that ego could get you killed. He was not incapable of mistakes and so he reminded himself of this. He had someone to come back to, that he must come back to. So he took a breath and mentally assessed those quietly coming up on the porch.