06-05-2009, 10:45 PM
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This wasn't fun and games. There was no time for sarcasm and the space for words and reasoning were gone. As expected, Gabriel wasted little time regaining himself and shooting a second run, barreling at the poised and sharp-eyed Luperci. He couldn't toy around or play tripping games; talons ground at the dirt suddenly, launching his two legs forward in rivaling speed against Gabriel as the Aquila's erupted in sound and ferocity. The cyclops emitted no noise, expression but a hawk-eyed stared and a tight, determined frown. When the two met, he planted strength into the earth by balancing his entire form on his toes of his right foot, spinning his body at an angle in one motion and thus lining himself parallel with the running opposite at the last possible second. One arm still calmly in its sling, the hybrid lashed the other at the male's head, fingers outstretched but talons recessed, fully intent on capturing the creature's skull in his grasp. Gabriel was fast; it was unclear to Jefferson that connecting with the man would be a challenge, but if he was able to contain his head for just a single second, the advantage would be his: in one, quick motion, a flick of the wrist would reveal the man's neck, and a well-trained axe kick would knock the soul out cold. However, such close proximity left him vulnerable; the green eye of the cyclops was relentlessly watching for that danger.
This wasn't fun and games. There was no time for sarcasm and the space for words and reasoning were gone. As expected, Gabriel wasted little time regaining himself and shooting a second run, barreling at the poised and sharp-eyed Luperci. He couldn't toy around or play tripping games; talons ground at the dirt suddenly, launching his two legs forward in rivaling speed against Gabriel as the Aquila's erupted in sound and ferocity. The cyclops emitted no noise, expression but a hawk-eyed stared and a tight, determined frown. When the two met, he planted strength into the earth by balancing his entire form on his toes of his right foot, spinning his body at an angle in one motion and thus lining himself parallel with the running opposite at the last possible second. One arm still calmly in its sling, the hybrid lashed the other at the male's head, fingers outstretched but talons recessed, fully intent on capturing the creature's skull in his grasp. Gabriel was fast; it was unclear to Jefferson that connecting with the man would be a challenge, but if he was able to contain his head for just a single second, the advantage would be his: in one, quick motion, a flick of the wrist would reveal the man's neck, and a well-trained axe kick would knock the soul out cold. However, such close proximity left him vulnerable; the green eye of the cyclops was relentlessly watching for that danger.
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