As the officers and the angel Sariel reached the bridge, they noticed a small cave opening that was hidden from view. The cave entrance was obscured by thick plants and vines, making it difficult to find unless you knew what you were searching for. Roger noticed the entry and alerted the others about it.

Katina, Labda, and Cilla all exchanged worried looks. They couldn't see what was within the cave because it was dark and scary. Sariel advanced, his golden armor gleaming in the sunlight. He pulled his sword and boldly approached the cave entrance.

"Be careful, Sariel," Roger cautioned. "We don't know what's going on on the inside."

Sariel faced Roger and nodded solemnly. "I will proceed with caution," he declared. "But we must find Azrael's blood and bring her killer to justice."

"Can you hide those wings?" Labda inquired. "You might be attracting too much attention."

Sariel shook his head and closed his eyes. His white feathered wings gently faded away in a few moments.

He blinked his eyes open. "Better? No mortal eye can see them."

Cilla winked at him. "Perfect."

The angel smiled and entered the cave, followed by the others. They could scarcely see where they were going because of the total darkness. Sariel's armor gleamed slightly, throwing a pale light on the path ahead.

The air became cooler as they traveled deeper into the cave, and the scent of damp dirt filled their senses. The sound of trickling water bounced off the cave walls, and their footsteps echoed through it.

The gang quickly approached a vast chamber, their footsteps echoing down the cavern passage. The weak torch light danced along the stone pillars bordering the hall, producing spooky shadows on the rough-hewn walls.

They noticed a gathering of muscular male centaurs in the center of the room. The Ironhoof gang sneered at the newcomers, their eyes blazing with hate.

Sariel took a step forward, his gold armor gleaming in the torchlight. "Where is the angel blood you stole from my lover!?"

The centaurs snorted and pawed the earth, plainly dissatisfied with the presence of the angel.

The centaurs surged forward without warning, their massive hooves clattering against the stone floor as they pounced at the party.

Roger and the Cerberus woman leaped into action, evading centaur assaults and landing tremendous strikes. Sariel fought on his feet with ease and skill, delivering devastating kicks and punches.

After the final centaur dropped to the ground, a person appeared from the shadows, drawing Roger and the others' attention. She was a sight to behold, a blonde half-woman, half-red dragon with red scales covering her entire lower body and wings flowing out behind her. Her eyes glowed with ferocious intent as she clutched a staff ready for war. She wore nothing but gold braces and jewelry, and her enormous generous breasts jiggled on her chest like water balloons.

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"Who exactly are you?" Sariel demanded, his voice tinged with hatred.

"I am Dancer, the leader of the Ironhoof gang," the dragon-woman said calmly. "And I'm assuming you've come for the angel blood."

"I thought you were a centaur," Katina remarked.

Dancer laughed. "I am a dragontaur. Can't you see?"

"I can tell you like to walk around butt naked with only the most expensive jewelry on," Cilla stated. "You are aware that nakedness in public is illegal."

“So! You let centaurs and satyrs go around without pants. "Why can't I let my wings fly freely?"

"Well, at least they have the decency to wear shirts," Labda replied.

Dancer sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Where is the vial you stole?" Roger said as he took a step forward.

The dancer sneered. "I'm afraid that's classified. Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you."

"Why not?" says one. Katina inquired, her gaze nervously fixed on the dragon-woman.

"Because I have my own interests to protect," Dancer responded, her voice dripping with scorn. "But if you think you can take it from me, go ahead and try."

Dancer raised her staff and dashed at the group, her wings beating wildly behind her. Roger, Katina, Labda, and Cilla readied themselves for the assault, guns drawn and ready to battle. The air crackled with excitement as the two sides collided, each determined to win.

The dragontaur moved quickly, avoiding Roger's blows and the Cerberus woman's fangs. On the other hand, Sariel employed his angelic powers to throw lightning bolts towards Dancer, who narrowly dodged them by shielding herself with her staff.

"You'll never get your hands on the vial!" Dancer yelled, her voice echoing around the room. "It belongs to my buyer, and I'll die before letting you take it!"

Dancer threw her staff at the Cerberus woman as she spoke, who sprang back to avoid the hit. Roger took advantage of the situation and charged at Dancer, placing his entire weight behind a strong punch. Roger staggered forward, nearly losing his equilibrium, while Dancer ducked.

"Pathetic," Dancer shook her head. "Is that all you've got?"

She swung her staff once more, but this time Sariel was prepared. He raised his hand and struck the staff with a blast of lightning, breaking it into a million pieces. Dancer gasped in surprise, and for a brief time, it appeared that she may back down.

But suddenly she let forth a ferocious growl, and flames engulfed her. She expanded her wings and charged at them, her claws extended, sending a gust of scorching air their way.

The Cerberus women hissed, snapping their three heads at Dancer's face. Dancer pushed off another bolt of lightning from Sariel, the flames around her becoming brighter and hotter.

Meanwhile, Roger had taken out his nightstick and was circling Dancer, looking for a weakness. He saw that her tummy was vulnerable and dashed for it, striking her with a strong blow. Dancer screamed, and for a brief time, it appeared that she might fall.

But then the flames around her got even brighter, and she lunged out with her claws at Roger. He lurched back, blood flowing from his arm and chest wounds.

"You'll have to pay for that!" Dancer hissed, her voice low and growling. "You'll all have to pay!"

But then the flames around her got even brighter, and she lunged out with her claws at Roger. He lurched back, blood flowing from his arm and chest wounds.

"You'll have to pay for that!" Dancer hissed, her voice low and growling. "You'll all have to pay!"

The Cerberus woman howled and attacked Dancer, all three heads snapping. Another bolt of lightning was sent by Sariel, but this time it was different. It was brighter, stronger, and seemed to be imbued with some type of sacred power.

The bolt struck Dancer square in the chest, and everything went white for a split second. Dancer lay on the ground as the light faded, her fires extinguished.

Roger approached her, his nightstick still in his hand. "Where's the vial?" he inquired.

Dancer locked her gaze on him, her eyes burning. "I'll never tell you," she snarled.

Roger prepared to strike with his nightstick aloft. Then Sariel took a stride forward, his wings stretched wide.

"Enough," he responded calmly but firmly. "She has been defeated. We can question her to uncover my love's blood."

Roger paused for a moment before nodding. "Fine," he muttered, and they pulled Dancer out of the chamber and up the tunnels to the surface.