Javalin

Again Chaoseater spun, once, twice—and War hurled the blade like a javelin. It should never have flown straight, not shaped and weighted as it was. But by now, none of the Horseman's foes should have expected natural behavior from that awful blade. It sank through the angel's chest spraying blood from front and back. With a cry that swiftly devolved into a wet, bubbling gurgle, the soldier plummeted.

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The Abomination Vault, Chapter 9