08-03-2010, 11:56 PM
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There was no denying that Gabriel was a warrior. He had fought battles for the majority of his life, losing few, killing many. In the desert he had risen from the faceless soldiers to a man-at-arms, and from there shown his calling. Gabriel was a born leader, as all first-born are, and he was destined to take up the crown that his father and mother had left him. Chimera, though, had fallen. Inferni had not. Like his mother, there was stubbornness within Gabriel that refused to let his homeland die. As long as he was able, he would keep Inferni alive. This was the reason he could not fall to a beast that cared for nothing, a beast that had nothing to live for except ruin.
Jaws powerful enough to break bone splintered the spear in twain. Teeth sunk into his face. They tore into the soft flesh and down to bone. Gabriel’s vision turned red. His back feet flew up from the ground and struck the beast in his belly. Instinctively, Gabriel knew this was the only way to destroy the demon. The soul lived in the belly. Conscious thoughts had begun to fade as the battle madness filled him. A hand scarred by self-inflicted stigmata ripped at the right side of his Shadow’s face, digging in at the soft and exposed eye. He could not stop the monster from ripping into his own face and neck, taking chunks of fur and flesh with him.
It was his left hand that held the key.
Gabriel’s fingers gripped the handle of the obsidian blade and he felt power ripple through them. With a strangled, triumphant cry, he thrust the dagger into the neck of his attacker to the base of the pommel.
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There was no denying that Gabriel was a warrior. He had fought battles for the majority of his life, losing few, killing many. In the desert he had risen from the faceless soldiers to a man-at-arms, and from there shown his calling. Gabriel was a born leader, as all first-born are, and he was destined to take up the crown that his father and mother had left him. Chimera, though, had fallen. Inferni had not. Like his mother, there was stubbornness within Gabriel that refused to let his homeland die. As long as he was able, he would keep Inferni alive. This was the reason he could not fall to a beast that cared for nothing, a beast that had nothing to live for except ruin.
Jaws powerful enough to break bone splintered the spear in twain. Teeth sunk into his face. They tore into the soft flesh and down to bone. Gabriel’s vision turned red. His back feet flew up from the ground and struck the beast in his belly. Instinctively, Gabriel knew this was the only way to destroy the demon. The soul lived in the belly. Conscious thoughts had begun to fade as the battle madness filled him. A hand scarred by self-inflicted stigmata ripped at the right side of his Shadow’s face, digging in at the soft and exposed eye. He could not stop the monster from ripping into his own face and neck, taking chunks of fur and flesh with him.
It was his left hand that held the key.
Gabriel’s fingers gripped the handle of the obsidian blade and he felt power ripple through them. With a strangled, triumphant cry, he thrust the dagger into the neck of his attacker to the base of the pommel.