

SalvationHe had received a substantial but not life threatening cut. The knife had just about reached the bottom layer of the epidermis on his right shoulder. After cutting through the plate armour and the soft cloth that sat beneath, its razor sharp edge bore no more a threat than did its golden hilt. Although the cut was a fierce, it hadn’t split a vain; their wasn’t a drop of blood in sight, not even the tiniest trace. It was pure luck on Gabriel’s part for the knifes owner had not just intended to hurt Gabriel but wound him and slow him for a finishing blow.Salvation
“why…WHY!” moaned Gabriel turning to face
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