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[A blast from behind a closed door and a form shatters it then slams into the wall. It's the Archangel and he slumps there for a moment, lifting his head. His eyes are glowing in their bright blue color, the wounds from the blast healing with a hiss and rising smoke.
He has not moved his eyes from the door which he was blasted through, waiting for the smoke to clear. But still he shifts to a standing position, leaning against the wall until his wounds are healed.
Yet his enemy doesn't come. He frowns. Then glances about. Oh.
Feel free to have been injured by the blast or the shrapnel from it. He'll take responsibility.]
[[ooc; Gabriel is back from being updated.]]
He has not moved his eyes from the door which he was blasted through, waiting for the smoke to clear. But still he shifts to a standing position, leaning against the wall until his wounds are healed.
Yet his enemy doesn't come. He frowns. Then glances about. Oh.
Feel free to have been injured by the blast or the shrapnel from it. He'll take responsibility.]
[[ooc; Gabriel is back from being updated.]]