Gabriel had killed the first attacker to break their formation, but he had no intention of slaughtering the rest indiscriminately. The silver-masked captain and the higher-ranked operatives were far more useful alive, and before this ended, Gabriel intended to make certain that none of them escaped.
His body suddenly fell backward as a short sword brushed past his throat.
Another streak of black blade light swept across his chest, and just before his back touched the ground, he planted one hand against the earth, explosively tightened his waist and abdomen, and used the momentum to twist sideways. His right leg swept into the nearest man's waist like a battle axe.
Bang!
The crisp sound of breaking bones rang out as the infiltrator was sent flying. He crashed through a mass of undergrowth and rolled across the exposed roots, badly injured but still alive.
As Gabriel used the rotation to regain his footing, his right hand had already reached into empty air.
