basically I was told to write one page of whatever and use lots of imagery so do ya think I captured something here?
Ferula peered over the golden banister. The angels were still talking amongst themselves and listening mainly to what the one in the center of the assembly hall had to say. She growled, extending her claws and fangs. To either side of her were staircases that arrived at the East and West edges of the room. The angels were crowded around the room with the main speaker atop a raised platform. The assembly hall’s shine was particularly brilliant from the presence of all the angels, especially the one in the center. The brightness was greatly bothering Ferula, so she decided it was time to act. Ferula leapt straight off the banister and plunged into an angel, driving her claws into the angel’s throat upon impact. Every angel in the room sprung back and called their weapons to them, enraged from their fallen comrade. Ferula’s razor-sharp claws eviscerated three charging angels all at once, but three more threw Relic Spears at her feet, pinning her to the golden floor. Ferula roared, causing the ground to shake so that no angel could yet get close, and willing the doors to the hall to shut so no soul could enter. The angel on the raised platform was able to remain concentrated despite the deafening waves, and he chanted a holy spell that trapped Ferula in a shell on the ground.
“Burn, you demon!” he shouted, whilst focusing his energy on the shell.
The heat radiated around the shell and contorted the air. Angels were beginning to gather around the shell in anticipation; they had mostly recovered from the blast of Ferula’s roar. Abruptly, a large claw sliced open the shell. It was glowing orange from the heat. Black mist escaped the slit in the shell and solidified directly in front of the angel atop the platform, and Ferula struck her target, her arm punching a hole through the angel’s chest. His shredded heart, lungs, and bones fell close to the burning shell and melted as he went limp, impaled on Ferula’s blood-covered arm. Several random angels jumped into the air to strike her, but her hair swiftly spread and knocked them back. Ferula twirled around the room, dodging projectiles and cutting down foes. An angel wielding a very large sword managed to slice Ferula in half, and the remaining angels in the room gasped at the victory. But Ferula’s body faded into black mist and composed itself anew. She smirked at the crowd of angels who were now trembling in fear. She ran up to an angel at the speed of sound and stabbed her neck with one claw and brought down her arm, ripping her apart, as another angel attempted to blast Ferula with a poison spell, but as it came close, she faded to black mist, and it blasted the angel behind her instead, killing him instantly. Ferula manifested behind the angel that threw the poison spell and bit into her neck, draining blood and depleting the strength immediately.
“God, save us!” cried an angel, as he slammed his fists against the tightly shut doors of the assembly hall. In the next moment, a razor-sharp claw sliced out the front of his abdomen and ripped up his body through his head, splitting him nearly in half. Ferula giggled at the sight, and then turned to hunt down the other angels trying to escape. A strand of her silky, flowing hair minced through the neck of one angel, decapitating her.
