Trespassing (Gabriel)

[Gabriel Seran]

"Good, now was that so hard." Gabriel's voice grew cold as winter stinging with deadly fury.

There was so much a person with this will could offer but patience was not in this kid's favor Gabriel had spent it on others more deserving of it. His hands clutched the rims of the boy's jacket. Twining at the rims he got a good grip before giving a firm waking shake to wake him from the stupor.

"Now, are you going to tell me what you've been doing..." Gabriel would wait a moment before he got impatient, "Fine"

A firm jolt would be thrusted into the rims of the jacket forcing the kids body into the wall with enough force to shatter it.

"I'm growing tired of your stoic form...."

[ethan]

"Good, now was that so hard."

Ethan heard the way Gabriel mocked him, the cruel inflection of his voice looking down upon him. Ethan suddenly hated this other, hated him for what he was capable of doing. Whoever he was, whatever he wanted, Ethan wouldn't give it to him, even if he died for it. Ethan held his secrets about his own identity and who he served closely to himself, and if anyone were to discover them, it would ruin everything. He himself would be killed, that much would be automatic: either by the hands of these scum in the school upon learning about him, or by the Paladins; they would no doubt demand his life be forfeit in exchange for failure.

The infidel's hands grasped him by his jacket roughly, shaking him. "Now, are you going to tell me what you've been doing..."

Ethan looked directly at Gabriel and locked eyes, his anger seeping through his normally passive, unreadable gaze. "If you wanted anything from me, I have only this to give you." Then he spat in Gabriel's face, a mix of saliva and blood from the beating he'd taken.

That set him off. "Fine"

Another jolt of electricity shot through the jacket, sending Ethan flying back into the opposite wall, his head bashing against the window. He fell onto his knees, throwing out his hands so he wouldn't fall to the floor completely. He felt some blood trickling down the back of his head from smashing against the window. He felt like he could simply lie down and sleep from all the abuse his body had taken, but Ethan shook his head, fighting to stay concious.

He noticed that the window had shattered behind him, and there were shards all around. Ethan saw a piece that was long and sharp like a knife under his hand. Fortunately, he was wearing his fingerless gloves, so it didn't quite cut through. He tightened his fist around it, subtly so that his attacker wouldn't notice the movement. He staggered to his feet, using the wall for support. He wouldn't go down without a fight.

Ethan would suddenly run for the direction of the doorway, but then as Gabriel would inevitably close in, Ethan would feint to the right, leaping off to the side. He'd send a high reverse roundhouse kick to the head, then as soon as his leg came down, would slash at Gabriel's chest with the shard of glass in his hand, using it as a weapon. Ethan had taken a lot of damage, so he probably wasn't able to move nearly as fast, banking on using his last reserves of strength.

((OOC: Srry for the long delay in posting.))

[Gabriel Seran]

The kid had balls thats what Gabriel was sure of, however stupid he was. Gabriel shook a head as he saw the kid make a run for it... Dumb move. Rather than bothering to take chase Gabriel put a hand against the wall and short circuted the cables in the wall connecting the internet. The action of which sent them bursting through the weakly made walls and ejected particles of magnetic flares into the hallway firing like small shrapnel pieces.

Interesting enough of an injury to pick out. If the kid escaped however Gabriel would not give chase, he seemed strong enough in will to never give up his secrets. Perhaps a next time... Perhaps.

[ethan]

What happened next seemed to fly by very slowly, like time had slowed to a halt. Ethan was running towards the exit, thinking he would be attacked again, but instead the other student stayed in place, resting a hand on some wires in the wall. If Ethan hadn't noticed that small detail, he would likely would have been burned horribly.

Instinctively, he saw out of the corner of his eye the wires exploding from electrical overlode, sending a cascade of magnetically-charged flares into the doorway right where Ethan was. He managed to roll under most of it and come into a kneeling position back in the library. Most of it hadn't touched him, but something had grazed his cheek, leaving a long, thin burn-scar that would be a permanent mark. Ethan came to a standing position slowly, holding a hand to the part of his face that now bore the scar.

The two were seperated by some small flames that had been started when a conduit had blown apart as a chain-reaction from the wires overloading. He noticed that this Gabriel didn't give pursuit this time. Ethan wondered why, but didn't care; he had to leave this place, had to avoid being seen. His face was already exposed, that was bad enough.

Still holding the shard of glass in his other hand, Ethan twirled it between his fingers deftly and flung it in the direction of Gabriel. It would fly narrowly past his head and shatter against the wall.

"I won't forget about you," he said softly. He ran out of the Library and escaped into the night, no one else seeing him. Not much time had passed during the incident, only fifteen minutes or so, even if it had felt like an eternity. A half-hour later, he kneeled atop a rooftop somewhere, checking his device. Almost miraculously, it had suffered no exterior damage despite how much Ethan had been battered and electrocuted, though he'd have to actually check on the thing when he got home.

For now, he had many wounds to attend to, information to examine, and an enemy he would try to learn as much of as he could.

[Gabriel Seran]

The boy turned remarkably. Apparently Gabriel had left his mark in more ways than one. A small sneer crossed his features. He wouldn't forget about this... He surly wouldn't be the only one. That was the plan right? To be remembered, to go down in history.

Gabriel had been so wrapped up in his mental escapades he didn't even flinch as the shard of glass crossed his vision. *crackle* It smashed before searing into particles as the flames engulfed it.

"Non, I will remember as well..."

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