Sylvia pov
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He stood to my left, a tattered body of wounds and cuts. It was in my initial approach that he had taken these wounds. Despite fighting against what must've been twenty people this Gabriel managed to hold quite well, even retaliating with lethal and crippling blows with perfect accuracy.
It was more like each of his swords were another person, a simplistic person that had one fighting style but it was effective enough to deal wounds to my ilk. John grunted, even with his own buff affecting him he wasn't able to do more than draw a tiny line of blood.
And so it was my turn. It already was.
"Buff me."
He obeyed.
Red hot power flew through my veins, my vision was tinted by an indignant rage. And all that I could focus on now was the small figure in my vision. I still kept just enough sanity to perform all the plans I had thought out.
