HE WAS A PRETTY YOUNG THING

[Hybrid Holocaust]

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Gabriel was in absolutely no condition to issue any commands of the sort. At the moment, Hybrid was witness to a rather ridiculous display of momentum at its best. Although Hybrid knew very little about how physics worked, or at least, as it might be detailed in a textbook, he understood the basic concepts. He understood that, for one reason or another, the surface he was standing on was incredibly slippery. Furthermore, he also recognized that Gabriel's mass, speed, and forward projection would carry him across the surface until he lost momentum or crashed into something.



The thought of Gabriel crashing into something elicited a feral grin. Hybrid could not help but think of how ridiculous it would look. Although, he did not need to look far to see such ridiculousness. Gabriel slipped and tumbled to the ground, flopping about in a manner resembling a fish. Hybrid's grin widened as he watched his Aquila try to pull himself to his feet, only to fall again on his stomach.



Hybrid began to laugh. This was perhaps the funniest thing he had ever seen in his entire life, and he too found himself struggling to stand. He doubled over, cawing loudly, quite enjoying his superior's pain. He sat down abruptly, but was laughing so hard that he ended up just laying down, sprawled out on the ice on his side, unable to control his laughter. Gabriel, it seemed, was a very, very funny man. Gabriel, it seemed, was a very, very funny man. And Hybrid, it appeared, had absolutely no self control at the moment. He simply could not stop laughing, to the point where his sides were starting to hurt and his toes were starting to go a little numb from the ice. He could not stop and did not want to stop, so he simply continued laughing, allowing his head to rest on the ice, as he could no longer support it.

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