Feeling a pair of knuckles connecting to his jaw, his head swung back from the impact. However, his jaws clenched before his own fingers curled up into a fist, taking a swing. His balance was completely off, causing his attempt to falter. Alexander was able to catch his arm in time and twist around into a better angle, bringing his knee up and connecting it to the males stomach, with enough force to knock the air out of him. He doubled over, not seeming to have another ounce of will left in him. He was exhausted, and every movement brought forth some sort of pain. He hated to admit just how much damage the male had inflicted on him. His eyes squeezed shut, trying to rid the blurriness that was betraying his vision. A smirk grazed over the Cannibal's lips, feeling quite proud of his victory. He took a step back to admire his work, even if he had just about the same amount of damage. With every inhale, he felt a sharp jab to his ribs, with every step he took, his muscles ached. Frankly, it was all very well worth it. Reaching down to his holster, his fingers wrapped around the handle of his knife, slowly drawing it out to taunt the other. Of course he would draw this out as much as possible, he had every reason to. His meal was chased away, but more importantly, his partner was murdered. He ached for revenge, wanted to taste its sweet victory. Nik's death replayed in his mind, leaving him seeing red.
Swinging the knife forward, Gabriel quickly acted and put his hand up, causing for the male's wrist to slam against his arm, a hiss being drawn from his lips. He attempted to toss the knife into his other hand, knowing he could catch it in mid air, the idea leaving when he felt Gabriel's palm slamming straight against his nose, being sent reeling a few steps back. He hadn't realized he dropped the knife on impact, his eyes settling on his weapon before it lifted to the other male, knowing both of their objective would be to retrieve it. Gabriel had lost his own knife a while back, so he'd try to snatch it up and use it against him. He lunged at it, not realizing his mistake. Gabriel was waiting for this move, having been reading his features to try and see what his next move would be. He had to try and stop acting on anger, knowing he had to start thinking. He knew how to fight, he knew how to kill. Now was the time to put his training forward, but the male knew him well, he knew his moves, he knew how he thought. But so did he, and he'd be taking it to his advantage now.
He swung his foot forward, his boot connecting to the others face when he had leaned down. He felt his tooth moving out of place, nearly swallowing it when he had fallen back. He quickly recovered and spit it out, getting blood on his lips. He waited on Gabriel to grab the weapon, following his every movement. He grabbed the knife and tossed it to him, clearly mocking him. No. He didn't need a weapon to kill the Cannibal. He was going to do it with his own hands. He drew in a sharp breath and snatched up the weapon, his blood beginning to boil. He didn't mind using the knife, since he wanted to use him to rip him apart. This was delayed since Gabriel continued to dodge with ease, keeping track of his moves, seeming to know where he would swing again. What he didn't see coming was the bite Alex gave his wrist, using enough force to actually cut through his skin and draw blood, the sudden pain leaving him defenseless, giving the Cannibal enough time to plunge the knife into his side. With a twist, he pulled it out, a sudden gasp being drawn from Gabriel's lips. He pressed his hand to his side, feeling the blood already rushing. He couldn't resist it for too long, knowing the affects of blood loss would begin to play soon.
He winced, but refused to cry out when he felt the knife being plunged into his shoulder once more, his vision once more beginning to betray him worse off than the last time. He had made an attempt to block the next attack, but it only caused the knife to be impaled into his hand. His mind seemed to spark, a new energy coursing through him. He curled his fingers and jerked his hand back, leaving the male unable to even pull the knife back out. "Son of a..." He lunged forward, leaving Gabriel just enough time to yank the knife out of his hand, twisting and clasping the handle. The Cannibal was left without a breath when he felt the knife in his chest, gripping onto Gabriel's shoulders. They were both panting for air, their hues locking briefly as he drew the knife back out and stabbed it back into him, this time leaving the knife inside. He used the last force he had and pushed him back, both of them toppling to the ground. At least the cold was beginning to numb some of his aches away, but he suddenly realized the numbing sensation wasn't the cold. He grunted as he forced himself into a sitting position, his head tilting to glance at the other. His chest was no longer moving, but he knew he'd be walking about soon enough.
It seemed eternal to half-crawl over to him and bring the knife out, unable to plunge the knife all the way through his head. But it was enough, enough to keep him from coming back. He collapsed right next to him, knowing he wouldn't be able to move for as much as he attempted to. Every inhale was a struggle, harder than the last. Eventually, they grew shallow. His eyes slowly closed, unable to keep them open any longer. Maybe it was better like this, than to fight. He could just drift away peacefully... no need to worry nor fight any longer. A slight smile, a final exhale. He was gone.
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