Scene: Fire and Blood – Gabriel Meets Cal’syee Neramani
The prison walls shook as the first blasts tore through the reinforced corridors. Gabriel ducked behind a shattered bulkhead, energy crackling in his hands, fingers trembling with barely contained power. Around him, Ravagers screamed, their orders drowned out by explosions and the roar of collapsing metal.
Cal’syee Neramani moved like a storm given flesh. Her hair whipped around her face, eyes blazing with an almost feral light. With a single sweep of her arm, guards crumpled to the floor, their weapons melting into slag. Gabriel blinked—and the next instant, another wave of destruction rained down as she tore through reinforced steel doors as though they were paper. Every movement was precise, brutal, elegant in its violence.
Gabriel felt it deep in his chest: a strange, thrilling pull. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t admiration alone. It was awe. And something darker. Something dangerous.
“She’s… incredible,” he muttered to himself, voice hoarse, as another explosion painted the corridor in blinding orange.
One of the prison’s shock troops lunged at him from the shadows, but before Gabriel could strike, Cal’syee stepped between them. In one fluid motion, she twisted, striking the soldier down with a force that made him shatter like porcelain. Her gaze met his for a heartbeat—wild, unflinching, unstoppable.
“You’re in my way,” she said, voice calm but edged with lethal promise.
Gabriel’s chest tightened, a rush of heat and adrenaline surging through him. She wasn’t just fighting; she was reveling in it. Each strike, each burst of energy, radiated power—and a kind of freedom he had never felt. For the first time in his life, Gabriel didn’t feel overlooked. Not by her. Not in this moment.
When the corridor finally cleared, bodies scattered, smoke curling from the wreckage, she turned to him. “Come on. We move now.”
Gabriel nodded, scarcely able to speak. Something had shifted inside him. The anger, the envy, the years of feeling second-best—they all seemed to pale in the face of this raw, violent, intoxicating presence.
He followed her without hesitation. Somewhere deep in his heart, he knew that this woman, this force of destruction, would change him forever.
And as they disappeared into the chaos, Gabriel Summers realized with a mix of fear and exhilaration: he was falling—not just for her skill, or her ferocity, but for the fire she carried within her.
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