Dark gray clouds hover above my head as I stare at the plains in front of me. My teeth clack against each other as the gelid wind coils around me, my body shivering at the temperature.

As I look in front of me, a legion of soldiers stands far away from us, unmoving, as the blue-haired bastard stands to the front, back turned to its soldiers and sword waving around. The Shepherds circle it while it does so.

As my eyes focus on the action of the blue-haired bastard a flying animal passes through my tunnel vision. It interrupts my attention as it lands halfway between us and them. As I gaze at him, he gazes back at me. The owl's slitted pupils pierces me as it spins and tilts its head as if mocking me.

Awaiting death, Gabriel. The owl opens its beak as the words spill down from it. Such goes your way, little boy. I frown at it and as I blink my eyes, only for it to disappear, leaving only stood on behind.

"Gabriel, Gabriel! Are you listening?" a voice asks.

I shake my head, breaking out of my daze, and look at the person questioning me. Grima's red eyes are watching my trembling body with regal indifference.

"Uh…" I yawn, contorting my neck as I stare at her. "Yes, Grima"

A smirk comes to the Vessel's face. She puts her left hand on my shoulder and relaxes her eyebrows. "Good to hear, Gab. Focus only on surviving, nothing else. There shall be a prize in the end."

I nod to her and a smile creeps upon her face. She turns around and unsheaths her sword. In a similar fashion to the monster on the other side, she walks to the front.

"This shall be a beautiful day for once," Grima absentmindedly says.

A beautiful day? A beautiful day for whom? I scratch my left palm with my right hand, leaving a red mark all over the skin. I sigh as I put my backpack in front of me and pick up a Flux tome and the dagger. The blade reflects my head, the neck being cut short by the sharpened side of the weapon.

I crack open the tome and leave it in my left hand as I put the sacrificial dagger on the right. The image of me piercing my neck with the blade with my own hands invades my mind. Then I flicker my sight away from it and towards the leader of the Shepherds.

The clack subsides, exchanged for my teeth gnashing and my hands clutching at the sight of the bastard. Almost as if in response, it raises its right hand and points in our general direction, with a wicked frown on its mouth.

This is the end.

"March! I have rabble to dispose of." Grima commands, slowly walking forward and away from us. As the distance between us and the Vessel widens, she starts thumping with her feet as she gazes at the blue-haired monster and mutters to herself.

I take my first step with a sigh, followed by a deep breath. I gaze at my sides, Tharja standing resolute on the left, with her chin held upright and her eyes held forward. That is, until she returns my gaze with a frown and a huff before she turns back to the battlefield.

My heart pangs at that event.

On my right side, there is only a green field.

I return my sight to what is in front of me. The blue-haired monster's and my sight meet.

My mouth and my neck tremble at the sight, sweat dripping down my brow. I clutch my dagger and place it next to my chest before pulling away from myself and towards the ground, averting my eyes away from the shepherds and onto the green field.

Please, let this end soon.

Little by little, we encroach on each other. Two waves set to hit each other, and may the more powerful prevail against the other. Reflet runs towards the blue-haired monster and their clash begins.

Seeing the bastard only a few meters away from me makes my stomach churn as the events of it beating me over and over again replay in my head. And then I gaze back to the green fields.

I need to get out, I need to get the fuck out away from here

I grit my teeth and run far away from the creature. It needs to disappear, it fucking needs to disappear from my sight-

Did I just abandon everyone? What the fuck are you thinking, you lunatic!?

I make a hundred-and-eighty-degree turn and face the revolting and expanding blob of people fighting. Little gaps in the writhing mass made out from swords clashing against one another.

I gulp at the sight but take my first step back to the battlefield nonetheless.

Then a swift heat passes through the right side of my body, making me jump to my left.

The heat doesn't dissipate and I gaze at a small ember burning my already hole-filled cape. I have to grab the dagger's blade with my teeth so that I can use my free hand to put the ember out. After grabbing the dagger from my mouth, I turn to my right and find the culprit: That cursed red-haired mage.

A frown comes to her face when our eyes meet.

Um, dois, três. The purple flow comes out from the gaps in the bandage covering my arm and an orb forms up on the tip of the dagger. But the moment she sees the spell, she runs off to the left.

So, I extend my arm and try to use my curved thumb for aiming.

C'mon, C'mon. Stand still for one second!

My arm twitches as I move, trying to catch up with the running lady. Perhaps… if I run too!

I chase after the figure and, little by little, her silhouette grows larger within my sight, up until she stops running and pants with her hands on her knees.

FINALLY!

However, the neigh of a horse invades my ears, and I turn away from the woman and to its origin.

There is the brown-haired rider on the horse standing right in front of the mass of people who nods to someone. I take a quick glance at the woman and see her nodding back.

The mounted man runs in my direction as he points his lance forward, an image of a red-headed woman in the same position replaying before my eyes. deja vú.

I shift my aim to the horse's head as it approaches me. A howl comes out of my mouth as I cast the spell, which travels toward the horse. The rider ends up throwing off his lance's aim as he pulls the bridle, causing the animal to snort and swiftly move out of the spell's trajectory. Even so, the projectile manages to graze the animal's side, along with the leg of the brown-haired man.

I sigh in relief as my muscles calm. Phew.

Meanwhile, I smell something burning. I turn around and take a glance at the woman, and my eyes widen when I see the woman aiming at me with another fireball.

Great, just fucking great!

I sprint away from her and towards the main battle.

Great, great! Puta que te pariu!

My legs hurt, my feet hurt, the soft soil turns to harsh concrete and pummels my limbs like a hammer on nails, and I have to slow down, saliva pouring out of my mouth. I turn around and find the woman chasing me with her arms stretched out.

Then she casts the spell.

The impending fire hazard travels fast, a little dot quickly growing into a larger ball. I grit my teeth and throw myself to the ground, the fetid smell of dew invades my nostrils.

I lift my head and within what feels like one second, the red projectile passes right above me, hitting one of the soldiers in front of me and making them tumble down onto the ground. Suddenly, my belly gets cold

Please don't be Tharja!

I rise from the ground, gritting my teeth. The dagger is still in my hand, but I lost my grip on the Flux tome, which is now on the ground waiting to be picked up. Galloping sounds come from my rear.

Um, dois, três, quatros! Tá Perto demais!

Fuck me. I dive to my right. The soil serves as concrete, grazing my stomach as the content of my stomach flows up to my mouth. I put my left hand against my mouth and a little bit of the meal comes out in a disgusting like. I gulp the content as my sight is dizzy..

I roll my body around and upon the sky and a book flies in the sky. When I lower my head, the lance from the horse rider is struck a few centimeters from me and when I turn my head to the right, the horse crosses blazingly fast from my direction and slows once it almost hits the amorphous blob.

I raise from the ground, my bones popping against each other. My stomach is sore as I gruff at myself.

I pant as sweat falls over my brow. Damn, damn.

Once it stops in its tracks, the horse turns around and its rider glares at me. I sigh and raise the dagger in front of me, while I bare my teeth. Maybe the last fucko stand to live through this hell!

The horse neighs at me and the once-calm rider frowns at me as he aims his lance. He moves in a straight line towards me, ready to bulldoze me.

If only I had fucking Flux!

I take a quick glance behind me and find the redhead with another fireball in her hands.

I sigh at my situation, before shifting my sight between him and her.

The horse gallops toward me in an undisturbed frenzy, neighing like a mad horse. Meanwhile, the sounds of cracking fire spread in the air and reaches my ears. I barely have time to ready my legs before I have to jump away from the incoming death ball.

I suddenly smell burning flesh, and then a rapturous scream reaches my ears. I turn and see a horse on fire running around wildly, its rider's armor covered by flames while he lets out high-pitched screams.

The horse runs and runs, turning his body 180 degrees and tumbling its way towards the main battle, but the rider's grip falters and he falls down to the ground, and the fire spell soon turns him into a human pyre.

I take a look at his ally, writing against the sky as the flames cover his body from head to toe screaming at it. The fire mage twitches at the sight of her ally, her tome falling out of her grasp while her hand frantically tries to adjust her glasses.

Perfect.

I get up and look around for the Flux tome. I touch the dirty ground while the stench of burning flesh spreads further and further. I look to the ground and find a book placed against the mud. It must be it! I drop the dagger to the ground and grab the tome, removing the dirt from it's pages. Here, it is Flux.

I get up from the ground and look around. The rider is still burning and the redheaded mage has gone catatonic. Moving my gaze to the main battle, the mass of soldiers subsides a little, the gaps increasing between both sides, troops moving away from the battlefield. One of those moves, with black clothing and yellow highlights, towards my direction but my eyes avert away from it and take a glimpse of the Vessel locked in battle with the blue-haired monster.

My eyes turn back to the figure. It's Tharja running towards me with her tome closed. As I turn my gaze back to the mage, I'm met by a fireball flying in my direction.

I'm tackled to the ground, soil kicking the back of my head. As I look at the perpetrator, I'm met by a raven-haired woman frowning at me.

"Pay attention. Or do you want to die?"

So Tharja is indeed alive. That's a relief.

I give her a smirk, but she frowns at me.

"Focus on the battle right now!" she says before getting off of me and looking at the redheaded mage.

I get up, pick up Flux and gaze at the red haired woman, only two meters away from us. I can hear her breathing heavily as she glares at me and tightens the grip on her tome. Tharja sighs before aiming at the woman, and I follow suit. Two versus one, a greatly uneven Mexican standoff.

A little ember comes from the redhead's hand, and little by little it turns into an orb of fire. For the dark mage at my side, her Nosferatu covers her from top to bottom with its mist. As for me, Flux's mist pours out and forms orbs in my hands.

One second, two seconds pass as we stand staring at each other. The turbulent world outside of the conflict reduces to mere annoying rumbles.

The first to fly is the fireball, which travels in my direction and increases its size as it travels. I launch Flux against the mass of fire at the same time. The fragile black orb flies at a slower pace as it stands against the reddish goliath.

At last, the two forces meet against each other. Dark magic against the natural arts, the Shepherd against the stranger. The collision of the two spells causes a shockwave of embers mixed with dark magic to spread out, but then the Flux passes through the fire orb and the two resume their trajectories. I have to jump out of the way of the incoming attack and so does the redheaded mage.

As the woman lands, Tharja launches Nosferatu at her, and before long, the woman is all surrounded by the black mist. A loud scream to the heavens later, a lifeless body falls out of the mist and to the ground.

I sighed in relief. It was done, that mage was done! She is dead! She is effectively dead, but the pit in my stomach doesn't subside. Rather, it crawls all the way to my mouth, urging me to vomit.

Tharja approaches me with a blank expression. "Are you fine?"

I flicker my hands to her and reply, "Yes, I'm fine. No need to worry about me."

The dark mage glares at me, before sighing, shrugging and walking away from me. With her out of the picture, check for any nearby threats, but find none, not even a rogue soldier. It is only me, a burned corpse and whatever remains of the mage..

I turn away from the scene and follow Tharja's steps back to the meat grinder, but something moans at the ground from behind my back. I turn to the origin of the touch. Lo and behold, the fire mage's dark red hair has turned ashen and gray. The once-fitting dress she wears barely clings to her body and her skull protrudes from her skin which barely holds the rest of her skeleton from ripping her skin apart. She whimpers as she tries to raise her head to face me but its painful creek makes her head fall once again.

I frown at the sight of it. Sighing while my belly turns into mush. "Pobrezinha," I tell myself while forming a little orb. I aimed at her face "que isso pelo menos te dê uma morte mais digna." Flux hits her head and her moans stop. I sighed, walking dejected from the scene.

As I approach the battle, I find an increasing number of retreating soldiers and bloodied and battered corpses, eventually landing my eyes on the one responsible: Henry.

The crow-man is in a daze, casting spells like there is no tomorrow. His X-shaped spells hit a multitude of enemies, whose corpses pile up all around him. With his creepy smile still on his face, he turns to me and-

That fucking bastard!

I am barely able to dodge his Ruin, as I stumble on one of the corpses and fall to the ground, the X barely missing it.

"HENRY, PAY ATTENTION WHERE YOU'RE SHOOTING! CACETA" I scream at the top of my lungs.

I rise up again and look in Henry's general direction. The white haired idiot still sports his grin, as if it were carved into his face.

"Sorry, didn't look!"

I furiously march toward him, my mouth morphing into a growl as I approach him. But when I reach him, the growl diminishes to a frown and I sighed at him. "You know what. Just be careful where you shoot next."

Henry nods and opens his mouth, but I ignore him and head for the battlefield.

The Halidom's soldiers are retreating, while the Plegian ones are advancing. The dead are spread out as far as the eye can see, most wearing blue, some wearing red, but all with their guts spilled out, arrows stuck to their bodies, sword, lances and axes dropped around and the pained moans of the few lucky survivors.

As I walk through this slaughterhouse, something in the middle of it all draws the attention of my eyes. The blue monster and Grima are still fighting, their swords are still clashing against one another.

The Vessel dances around her adversary, moving swiftly as she looks for openings. Though every time it seems she's found one, her thrusts are parried. As for the bastard, it keeps still in the same spot, focusing only on blocking whatever the vessel throws at it. Whenever Grima seems to stop, it tries to slash at her belly, but she's able to parry it before it can do any lasting damage.

Then the table turns, It swings it's swords against Grima. But the swings are careless, moving the sword around itself as if trying to cut a fly than a human being, gruffing as it misses the Vessel. The white-haired dodge one of the swings of the monster, overextending himself and finding itself ahead of the woman, I grin forms in her.

Before Reflet can take her chance to take it down, it turns his body the moment she is about to hit the sword against its back. The monster roars as the blades meet against each other, hitting repeatedly falchion against the vessel.

It slows down with every hit against the woman. The ferocious nature from before dying down as the clang subsides. Then Reflet kicks the man in the stomach making him walk backward and then the sword hits the right arm holding Falchion.

The world stops as the hand flies away from the creature and the falchion falls down to the ground. Reflet gives an ear-to-ear smile as a little bit of the blood from the wound hits her in the face.

The world moves again, and the blue-haired monster falls to his knees, growling at Reflet and clutching the stump that was his arm. Reflet stares at him with disgust and puts her sword against his cheeks.

"Silence, vermin! After all you have done to Gabriel, you have no place to whine like some pathetic mutt. This shall be a very long day for you."

She kicks him in the chest, making him fall on his back. She kicks his femur next, and he screams at the top of his lungs while the Vessel hums.

May his death be quick.

By the time Chrom lets out his last moan and Reflet lets go of him, the only thing recognizable about him is his blue hair. Everything else is best left unsaid. I turn away from the mangled body and walk away from the crowd that has gathered and look at it with either glee or horror.

Either way, the bile churning in my stomach and the migraines already tell me enough about what I should do. The moon up in the sky tells me to shut my eyes and forget about what happened for a moment. I walk mindlessly forward, just like a machine, and look at the ground.

But then again where should I sleep?

As the unfortunate question comes to my mind, someone slides and touches my shoulders. My body trembles at its touch and I turn to the culprit.

"Gab," Reflet chuckles while I clutch my chest. "I made you jump!"

I blink at her before sighing. "Good one, Reflet."

She grins. "Finally, I have bested you at something."

I wave and she blinks at me.

"Nah. You only scared me, but you didn't outsnark me, Reflet," I say in the smuggest tone possible

She frowns. "Gab, Gab. You truly are a jokester."

"Others have said that in the past, so I'm going to take it as a compliment. Frowning face notwithstanding."

She huffs and crosses her arms. "I'm going to beat you one day."

I wave my index finger. "Boa sorte. Muita boa sorte. Cá entre nós, sabemos que você não irá conseguir isso não. Aceito desafios, no entanto."

She pouts and I laugh like an idiot. "And here is the proof you will never outsnark me."

"You and that language of yours," she says, fury soon replaced by a grin. "I'm so glad I got to kill that worm from Ylisse. Now, it shall not lay its miserable hands on you ever again, Gab."

I blink at her response, all my laughter replaced by a blank face. "Well, of course, not having to deal with him anymore is great but… did it have to be so… what's the word, brutal?"

She keeps a grin on, not unlike Henry's.

"Gab, he tortured you, punched you in the face so hard he drew blood. What he did to you was unforgivable, and he deserved everything I have dealt him. Besides, Falchion's wielder is the most cursed being to live, and I killed him accordingly. We have gained a victory here today."

I gulp, my foot one step away from her. Press forward.

"We? What do you mean by 'we'?"

She huffs at my answer and approaches me with both hands held behind her. "You and I, silly. Who else could it be?"

I stare at her blankly. "But Reflet, this is your victory. Not mine. I wanted Chrom dead, but this isn't what I was planning. There is no one left with the power to destroy you. But for me, it isn't exactly what I was looking for."

Reflet looks at me confusedly. "What are you looking forward to, then?"

I put a hand to my chin. "You see, I want something else. I don't look forward to what may soon happen. I don't really wish to spill anyone's blood, I don't want any of that. I want a place where you don't need to do this anymore. I don't want you to be Grima, the Vessel or anything like that. I just want you to be you."

Reflet sighs at my answer, shrugging. "It is hard, Gabriel. The moment I set my own two feet in this place, I already knew what I had to do. What I had to accomplish. You may believe that you are going to get in the crossfire, but you are not."

I look away from Reflet, but she approaches me, places her hands on my cheeks and turns my face to hers. A genuine smile forms. "Don't worry. Tomorrow shall be a glorious day. It will be the beginning of the end I've been working toward for a thousand years, Gabriel. The day I've been waiting for so long is finally within reach."

"Congratulations on it then," I say as I stare at her red eyes. "But I can't help but feel melancholic about what is going to happen tomorrow."

She frowns at me. "Why should that be the case, Gab?"

"I'm very aware of what you are going to do after destroying the capital. Oh, how I know what you are going to do. Ylisse will be gone from the face of this planet, but it will not end there. You are going to destroy this world, aren't you?"

Reflet gives me a wistful smile. removing her hand from my cheek. "The destruction has a purpose. Sadly, it seems you can't grasp it, and maybe you never will. For years, I have longed for this goal, dedicated myself to it. After all the hateful stuff I've seen, what else but destroy it? This world doesn't deserve to keep existing. It should rot away and feed the worms. You will understand one day."

I whiff at her answer, frowning. Why does she hold onto that view? Why? I shake my head at such thoughts. I'm in no position to argue about it, that would be hypocrisy. I never experienced what she experienced but…

"I don't think I will. I was not even born in this place and I saw the intrigues, blood feuds, and assassination attempts. Plegia is hell. Or rather, its nobility is hell. The people who follow like you are their goddess are the worst."

Grima winces at my words and steps away from me. I approach her.

"I hate the things that occur in this world, but should it be exterminated just because I saw the worst of it?"

Reflet opens her mouth, but I raise my hand. "Sorry, really sorry. But no, I can't destroy it. Even if I could, there are wonderful people out there. Both within and without Plegia.. Should they suffer because of what you saw?"

Reflet frowns at me, before trying to hide it with a smile. A half-hearted smile.

"My dear Gab, they are nothing next to me and what their kind did to me once. They deserve the same as everyone else. Those Ylisseans that destroyed me once and everything else must end."

I sigh at her answer. "Yes, they have hurt you." I approach her but she walks away from me. Dammit. "But they don't deserve to suffer because of that. Ylisse isn't the soldiers or the kings who have hurt you."

Reflet cracks an angry grin baring her teeth.

"Besides, you may hate this world and I don't even belong to it in the first place," Her eyebrows rise on the last one, putting her hand in her chin deep in thought "because of it, I was able to meet you in the first place, as worthless I am."

Reflet's anger subsides and I frown, anger at myself surging. What am I compared to the world? I'm nothing, I'm fucking nothing compared to it. Besides, it isn't like I'm important at all.

Regardless, I continue."So please, I beg you, think for a moment. There is more than enough time for you to choose. Choose the right thing, if nothing else. Whatever it may be, that is my selfish wish."

Reflet sighs at me. "Don't worry, your wish is not meaningless for me. But some stuff shall stay the same for the time being. I'm sorry to cut off this conversation, but tomorrow holds everlasting importance to me. I can't fumble away, but don't worry Gab. Everything will go according to plan."

She walks away.

My mind stops. This isn't possible, I'm not that important to her when you think about it. Just another stranger that happens to be able to talk with her, but I don't hold that much importance.

My mind meanders as I walk somewhere.

I walk back to where I left Stahl's and Miriel's bodies. The flames that burned the former to a crisp have died down, leaving only the stench of ash and burned flesh. I sit down, putting my arms over my knees at those two.

There was never a choice. It was either them or us, kill or be killed. As Quinca Borbas once said, to the loser hatred or compassion. To the winner, the potatoes. And yet, here is that pile of potatoes, and they are all green. So it goes. So it, indeed, goes.

"Gabriel!"

I get up and as I turn, my eyes meet a frowning Tharja. "What have you been thinking lately!?" She says furious. "You have bitten Validar's nose and you have been almost burned to death by that mage! Are you suicidal!?"

I tilt my head. "No, I don't think I am. If I were, well…, I would have already plunged myself off of a cliff or something like that."

Tharja lowers her head and sighs, before looking at me again. "If that is the case, please don't take such reckless actions! Don't try to pry into matters that don't concern you, don't get distracted in the middle of the battlefield, and please pay attention to your health. You look like a corpse."

I nod to her, before whispering to myself. "Yes, I'm a corpse right now." I try to laugh at that fact, but it comes out more like a cough. "There is no other way to look at it. Sadly, I can't promise anything to you, Tharja."

Tharja raises her voice as she approaches me. "Why can't you promise yourself to try to live?"

I turn to her and gesture to the two corpses. "They believed that they would survive this battle. That they would at least leave with their hearts and brains intact. Instead, look at them: they are dead while we live."

"This is the war we have been fighting in," I continue as I point to her. "Tomorrow, it could be you. You could be hit by an arrow or a blade," then I point to myself "or I could be the one who gets his throat slit, or strangled by someone."

"That isn't what I was asking," Tharja replies exasperatedly, clutching her hands. "Of course there is war and both of us may die, but you aren't living. You are turning into something else, something that isn't you! Please, stop this madness before it is too late for you."

I sight, showing my bandaged arm. "This is the arm of someone who is dying. You are healthy and in good condition and you aren't in the process of dying. There is so much more for you to live than there is for me. I'm barely a human, no. Rather, I'm something not human and it's ready to collapse. I feel it would be better for you to escape from my decay. You would be better off fending for yourself."

She gruffs when she hears that and shrugs her head before frowning at me.

"Shut up. Please, shut up! You are human! Just like any other, so stop it. For your own sake, please stop."

Tears flow from Tharja's eyes, each feeling like a punch in the stomach. I don't deserve to live.

I pat her head. "Please don't cry for me. I don't deserve it. Don't cry for someone who doesn't even belong here."

Tharja keeps crying despite it all. "I don't care if you are from a different reality. Please, please don't get yourself killed. It is all that I ask of you. Nothing more."

I try to control my voice but it comes out frayed. "I don't know if I can… Even in a whole different place, it seems the past haunts me more than ever, and I don't know if this body and this mind I have will be able to survive what may soon happen. Please, run far away from me and don't get yourself hurt because of me. I don't want to hurt you anymore."

Tharja stops crying and looks me in the eyes. "Gabriel, what's hurting me is the stuff you're saying right now. Don't you see that!?"

I sigh as I look away from her. "Being honest, I think I may as well be on the other side for you. As unpleasant as it is to say." I turn around and stare at her face with my teeth grinding against each other. "I despise. I despise you so fucking much."

Tharja stares at me, bearing herself with anger before softening it. "You despise me so much that you were smiling at me when I saved you from being hit by that mage."

I stay silent, gazing away from her. She continues. "So please bear with me. Stop being so suicidal."

I gaze at her before looking at my screwed-up arm. How long is this going to last?

"Tharja, please go away… Frankly, considering what may happen, it would be better if you just went away. Why should I trust someone who never told me who was supposed to be sacrificed to Grima?"

Tharja stops frowning and looks to the side. She turns away from me and walks away without a sound. A smile creeps onto my face. I'm so glad. So, so, so glad she finally made the right decision. Now she doesn't need to suffer anymore.

Why does it feel so bitter?

I gaze back at the two corpses and good old Coil's question comes to mind.

Does death come alone or with eager reinforcement?

So here it is. Chrom is dead.

Hope the chapter was good, and the grammar is in a more acceptable state. Sorry, for the delay from the last chapter to this one. I'm back to uni and my time schedule was scrambled to hell. Only now that I got myself climatized with it, to be back at editing the fic.

Also, this is the penultimate chapter before the final chapter of this arc. After that, what is left is the third arc and the fic is over. As of right now, I'm heavily editing it and considering my schedule, it may not release until december.

Special thanks to Cavik and CC Red for beta reading this chapter. Without them, the fic , as it is right now, wouldn't be possible. Thanks for keeping reading this fic, in spite of the many problems it has.

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Crowbar: Tu as peur de Français? Oh, la langue française brûle toi? Donc, je vais utiliser seulement français avec toi, d'accord? Jokes aside, Gabriel went full Mike Tyson on him, but it wasn't the first time. Back in chapter X, he bitten off a guy's finger. It's even more funny/strange when you remember that Gabriel is a scrawny guy of only 5'5 (165m) of height instead of a muscular boxer with 5'83 of height.