Gabe had begun his meaningless assault on the god-wolf’s head via his semiautomatic holy pistols. Their [i]Brrraaatt, Brrraattaa[/i] war cries echoed over Fenrir’s head in the damp sea-breeze above Ardgroom. Gabe’s short, thin hair was tousled in the sudden shockwave of power which emanated from the wolf-god. Gabe stopped shooting momentarily when he was caught in the wolf-god’s gaze. He didn’t necessarily get to peer into the gaze, as much as he felt it upon him. The reason for this was that, suddenly and aggressively, the Arch angel was pushed from Fenrir’s flesh. The force from this push was such that Gabe was propelled several miles into the air, and several miles away, from the epicenter of this not-so-terrestrial shock. Gabe spun in the air for a few moments after the he was thrown, hopping that the whistling of the air would just put him to sleep. 

Gabe then managed to catch a glimpse of his position when at the height of his freefall. He was going end-over-end toward a set of hedgerows along a farm land, some 3 and a half miles from the site of the stones of Ardgroom. There were no trees, just open farmland and plenty of air to fall through. There was no hope of breaking his fall in the least, he’d need to prepare himself to fall in the least painful way, however. Gabe managed to twist his body with the wind and against his momentum in order to straighten out and slow his fall ever so slightly. Gabe only had enough time after that to holster his pistols, in one quick motion, then curl into a ball. The very next moment the Arch angel crashed through the wooden rooftop of a farm house. The initial impact did hurt, a great deal in fact, and he could feel the echoed pain in his muscles ever second thereafter. 

Gabe awoke to the frightened face of a red-haird middle age woman, petite but thick-skinned. Her face was upside down, or, he saw her face upside down. A ripping sound then came from… below? Above? Gabe managed to work his neck to look at his legs. His pants were mostly ripped, as was his shirt, but the left pant-leg was caught on something. Gabe made a slight motion to release himself but just received a sharp pain to his chest and stomach, he screamed and the woman next to him moaned with discomfort. A moment later the pant-leg ripped again and Gabe was released, falling on his back to the kitchen table below him. He looked up at the gaping hole in the the ceiling from whence he came. Gabriel turned on his side and coughed some blood. He rolled off the table and knelt next to it, his hands grasping it’s edges. 

The small redhead put her hand on Gabe’s back, “Are… are you alright?” she asked in a cautious Irish accent. 

Gabe was noticing that he was breathing normally again, his blood seemed to be flowing, the pain he felt was minimizing every moment. He actually was alright. “Yeah, surprisingly,” he said. 

“Were you in a plane or something? Skydiving?” The woman was grasping for answers. 

“Not exactly.” Gabe stood, noticed his pistols were still in their holsters, went to grab his sword. It was not there. There was a sudden feeling of embarrassment mixed with anger in the angel then. 

“Oh, hell, why have you got guns?” The lady asked. 

“Private business” was all the response Gabe could muster. He headed toward the door, ready to rejoin the fight. 

“And what of my bloody ceiling?” The woman asked, she was a little perturbed when Gabe ignored her. 

And Gabriel, ignorant of her annoyance, continued to ignore her, “I’m sure someone will come by to fix it.” Gabe crossed the threshold of the house and looked at the surroundings. He was facing a dirt road flanked on the other side by a hedgerow, to his left was a pickup truck. If there wasn’t a small glimmer atop it, Gabe would have hardly noticed his sword protruding from the top of it. The youthful agent jumped on the hood of the car and released the sword from the tin hood as if it were Excalibur, raising the holy steel into the air afterward. He noticed the redheaded woman staring from her doorway, a little annoyed but mostly awed. 

“Does what you’re doing have to do with that big screaming thing over by the stones?” She asked politely. 

“Yes,” Gabe said holstering his sword, still atop the truck. He glanced over to the figures over the valley and atop the hill. 

“Well, goodluck.” The woman said, seemingly unimpressed. 

Gabe looked at the distance between himself and the fight, he knew he would not be able to reach it in time if anything drastic occurred, especially considering he was not in top notch shape. He looked at the hunk of metal below his feet. “May I use this?” He asked, more casually than he maybe should have. The redhead crossed her arms, looked at the angel incredulously. “Please!” he begged, his palms clasped together as if in a prayer. His smile was bright in the darkness and his baby blue’s pierced into her Christian soul. 

She must have seen his true form because she smiled. She tossed the keys to the angel, “God-bless,” she said finally, returning back into her crumbling home. That probably wasn’t a good idea since the ceiling was not very stable but Gabe didn’t really have much time to say anything and the woman seemed intent on closing the door and ignoring the outside world. 

In moments Gabe was firing down the road in the old, blue pickup. The jalopy was surprisingly fast as Gabe put his foot to the ground. He was getting every little bit of horsepower out of this Hack. Dirt and pebbles kicked up around the aged wheels as Gabe raced up the hill that led to the most fearsome sight of a giant, monstrous wolf swatting away flies.