Gabriel pov
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I tilted my head out of the way of some errant projectile. Poised my hand to grab at the nearing neck. She was a petite one, nary five foot tall at her greatest. But she struggled like she was a hundred pounds weightier than her actual frame.
Scowling, I cracked her neck. She wriggled on the floor for a moment before dying. Another came at me with impotent rage, he died just the same, 'cept that the wound was his heart. I gouged it out with a precise cut.
And just like his friend, I assumed, he lay on the ground. Writhing for a moment before he died. Now… ten more… only ten more. Sylvia, the leader, and nine others that tried their very best to grasp my throat and put me to the ground.
