05-31-2009, 05:06 PM
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Jefferson might have had fast reflexes, but it wasn't enough: Gabriel came barreling at him, his fuse finally finished and his overwhelming anger suddenly taking over. The Patriarch was not surprised; he'd anticipated something to happen all along and had known quite early that forcing the Inferni male off his lands wouldn't be as simple as an exchange of words. Instinctively, the brute raised and poised his open hand, though just barely soon enough to miss the rushing man's clamping jaws: they clicked in the air, but the hybrid did not fail to make contact: brute force slammed into the two-legged Patriarch, sending him backward and clearly off balance, spiraling backward onto the ground where he landed on his spine. He wasn't young: the slam of his back against the soil forced a pained scowl on his face, but the situation was not amiss. Open hand thrashed at the ground, clasping soil within his fingers as he regained his composure, and expected a second attack in such a moment of vulnerability, thus poising his well-trained feet and legs in a flash for Gabriel's expected next move.
Jefferson might have had fast reflexes, but it wasn't enough: Gabriel came barreling at him, his fuse finally finished and his overwhelming anger suddenly taking over. The Patriarch was not surprised; he'd anticipated something to happen all along and had known quite early that forcing the Inferni male off his lands wouldn't be as simple as an exchange of words. Instinctively, the brute raised and poised his open hand, though just barely soon enough to miss the rushing man's clamping jaws: they clicked in the air, but the hybrid did not fail to make contact: brute force slammed into the two-legged Patriarch, sending him backward and clearly off balance, spiraling backward onto the ground where he landed on his spine. He wasn't young: the slam of his back against the soil forced a pained scowl on his face, but the situation was not amiss. Open hand thrashed at the ground, clasping soil within his fingers as he regained his composure, and expected a second attack in such a moment of vulnerability, thus poising his well-trained feet and legs in a flash for Gabriel's expected next move.