The feathers of the dragons looked like ashes, dark, sprawling long things that flickered open. Doublets of the feathers fell on Rhett's face who squinted his eyes and rubbed his face, trying to get them off.
"We're doomed!", Ash cried. "We're f**kin' doomed, how do we face these hullabaloo. How do we get past this chaotic scene".
Rhett gripped on his sword, very tightly, turning around to look at the scene, trying to survive. He watched the soul eaters, the grim expression on their faces, their eyes calculating and bloody.
Rhett tried to keep calm. He swung his sword slowly. Fighting these monsters wasn't a problem. The problem was, could he slay them, could he slay the damn soul eaters and shadow dragons?.
'Of course', Rhett thought. 'I'm not a shadow slayer'.
But the shadow dragons?, you can slay them?.
Rhett bit the lower part of his lip.
'I might?', he thought.