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| Willow | Jul 13 2010, 01:53 PM Post #21 |
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Gabriel felt the hit but didn't let out the howl of triumph he might have another time. Two reasons - one, it'd draw further attention. The second reason being it wasn't a fantastic hit. He felt the blade bit flesh, but it wouldn't do much - might not even leave a scar when it faded. If Gabriel had hit as he meant to, it would have punctured organs, and left Heru to bleed to death. Bleeding by abdomen was a slow, painful death. Gabriel knew that. One thing struck him odd, puncturing the insanity. The mad rarely know they are so, but to those around them . . . it should have been obvious something was wrong. Very, very wrong. The thought flitted past like a moth born on warm winds. He barely noticed. Heru had gone still, as if waiting to see if Gabriel would chance a killing blow. Madness faded out of his face, and he cast a regretful glance at the body on the ground. "Such a waste," he murmured, eyes shadowed momentarily. The silver sights roved back to Heru, who's face was tense with pain. At least he didn't heal like the half-beasts of legend, who's wounds seemed to vanish before they'd full cut. Stupid myths. They were so rarely accurate. With a flick of his wrist and a click, the remaining knife snapped back into place. Gabriel didn't take his eyes off the wolf-boy, bending at the waist to scoop up the other knife. He would need to fetch the one from the corpse, along with his soul. His bag clinked. "Heru. It's done. You've drawn blood." Gabriel held up one hand for the boy to see, where the wolf claws had raked across the back of his hand. The furrows would take a long time to heal, but it would that. "If you want further revenge, we can't do it here, or we both risk a nasty curse or two." He couldn't believe no one had investigated already. Gabriel sheathed the second knife at his belt. Surely Heru's cries and Gabriel's own words weren't going unnoticed by everyone on the Witching Grounds. "I didn't come here to be your enemy, and I don't have to leave as one. Back off." Gabriel managed to keep his voice level, calm. Neutral, even. "I'm not going to lie and say that killing you hasn't crossed my mind but . . . " He spread his hands out to either side. "I think that about all the happy souls I see." Undeserving wretches. He made no threats, not that he could hear in himself. Half of Gabriel hoped Heru would try again, but the other piece wanted to just leave. Gabriel grew tired of the Witch Grounds - the fumes and spells gave him a headache. Rarely did Gabriel turn down an opportunity to deal out justice as he saw it but . . . Gods did he feel exhausted. He managed a faint smile. "You don't see people as I do. I understand that." But one of us is wrong, he thought silently. |
Willow. Unclaimed Weapon. 16. Bubbly, Goofy, Childlike. Not a BEAR![]() Gabriel. Misc. 18. Mentally Unstable, Violent, Murderous | |
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