Gabriel laughed, shaking his head. "Don't you worry, this isn't my first rodeo. I'm always wary of ricochet." He strode confidently towards the door, taking position in front of it and mentally preparing himself. "You needn't worry about outshooting me. I'm not planning on shooting at all. My aim isn't so good and neither is my control. I'd be too worried about destroying the neighborhood."<br/><br/>In preparation, Gabriel shook his bracelet down his forearm so it hung loose around his wrist again. The shield knots attached to it jingled pleasantly as he shook his arm. Without further ado, Gabriel reared back and kicked the door firmly with his booted heel. Although the door opened inward, that didn't seem to be a problem for kicking it down. The door exploded outward, frame splintering under the force of his kick. When he did so, the knotwork tattoos on his body glowed angrily, lending him additional strength to the blow.<br/><br/>This was Gabriel's specialty, magic to enhance the body. One of the Council elders, Joseph Listens to Wind, specialized in shapeshifting magic. Similar to how his elder used magic to change his form, Gabriel removed the limiters placed on his body and strengthened it to handle the additional forces through the same application. Of course, he'd only been able to do so using the tattoos as a focus; it was much easier to utilize when the focus for his magic was a part of his own body.<br/><br/>The Warden stepped through the mangled doorway and raised his left hand, muttering "Scíath!" A murky half dome raised in front of him, angled slightly upwards. No sooner has the dome appeared than the hail of bullets followed, clattering into the translucent force and scattering upwards off of it. The shield he'd raised was a strange middle ground between solid and liquid, almost ooze like. The bullets scampered across as if they were stones being skipped across a lake's surface, losing most of their momentum in the process. Once the fire stopped, Gabriel dropped his shield and stepped aside to give Cat a clear line of fire. Turning towards his next concern, or rather the foolish prey that scuttled towards him, unaware that only death awaited this direction.