Mandos
Why would I want more?
Gabriel was menacing, moving full speed ahead with his rapier. He was strong... and yet...
As Ezekiel's blade collapsed of the rapier, there was nothing for awhile. And then the rapier broke, cut in half, and so was Gabriel's holding arm.
Ezekiel, calmed, spoke.
''There is yet some suprises with this blade of mine, Destroyer of Hate. The only reason they attack is by you putting anger and fear into them. You are not capable of anything else. And my blade uses this power and channels it right back at the attacker. Yes, you can say my blade was meant for you.
As the earth started to tremble, it seemed that all grass, leaves, bushes, lost their colors. Something was swallowing energy. Ezekiel, Spirit of Destiny, connected with his surroundings. They gave him strengh, power, along with his own.
''Now pay the price for your foolishness'', as he stuck the blade in Gabriel, sucking all the hate and anger out of him.
Turning back to Metatron.
''I beleive this blade could kille your entity''.