Once they were on the ground and he was on top of her everything seemed to change from that moment on. Since he had consumed some human flesh his wounds should start regenerating but he knew it would not be enough. He could feel her fingers inside of his chest, digging at his wound, attempting to fill his lung up with blood; the pain was causing him to falter slightly. Slightly, but still showing weakness. The amount of pain he was feeling from it could only be described as someone twisting a hot poker in the wound. Blood was dripping out of his mouth by this point and knew he was starting to lose a lot of it. But he still refused to give in. Instead of trying to get at her shoulder he bit down on her arm, and forced her to move her hand away from his wound, anything to get her away and ensure his victory. Using his free hand he grabbed her wounded shoulder and dug his fingers into it with enough strength to begin tearing flesh away.<br/><br/>The Cannibal was not going to let her win. Fuck the pilot. He no longer mattered to him, what mattered was winning this fight, he was going to do whatever he could no matter how much she kicked him or tried to dig at his wounds. He was not given this gift because he was someone who backed down from a fight he was given this gift because he was willing to make full use it. The more she attacked him the more he fought back, harder. He was not like those idiots who had been in the car with him, having been with Raziel since the start, no matter how much he might seem like them he was not them, he was different for he hasâ€¦ evolved, evolved into something greater than even Raziel could imagine. There was no bio-weapon that could match him! He was superior to all of them and he was going to prove it right here and now. If she thought she was going to win or that they both were going to die here she was wrong.<br/><br/>He was going to win.<br/><br/>When another shock of pain hit him he let out another animalistic snarl and shifted his weight on her, pinning her legs down with his knees. He kept his hand clamped upon her bad shoulder and used his free hands to hold down the arm that she was using to try to get at his wounds. His strength was far greater than any human, he would not jump on the sexist bandwagon and call her weak for being a woman, she was weak because she had refused Raziel and walked down the wrong path. Raziel was to be the King of this New World, the beginning of a new chapter for mankind. It was a shame that she would not witness it. With one last feral grin he bared his teeth and went for her neck for what he hoped was the last time.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>Zachariah might have left his hole but he did not leave it simply because he had been forced out. He already had been planning on entering the battlefield himself. The explosions only encouraged him to take action quicker and only crippled him in the sense that he was unable to explain his plan in full detail. A competent leader would not hide away, he was willing to put his life on the line as much as his soldiers, he was not a coward, this was the day that he was singlehandedly going to lead his army, no, Godâ€™s army, to victory with his own hands. If he was going to win this war then he was going to stand before his people and experience the victory with them and not look at them through the monitors locked in some closed room. The might not know what he had cooked up in his mind but he knew once he started to move that they would follow his lead. He knew that they were counting on him and he was not going to let them down.<br/><br/>Old Raziel was already waiting for them so why should they make him wait any longer? There was a part of him that was amused by making him wait, knowing he would probably become impatient again. However he was beyond childish games of cat and mouse and the more he looked at the destruction of one of the Holiest cities in the Holy Land the more his rage built. It was time that he met his old friend face to face, even if he knew there was a chance he might not survive. Some of his men, who had heard the news from the phone, were looking at him awaiting orders. For a moment he wondered if they would be capable of holding their own on the battlefieldâ€¦ some of them were so young, some of them a bit more rowdy than others. While his mind thought of them he realized that one of his most important people was not standing here before him and he wondered if he had lost her as wellâ€¦ If that was the case then he would just have to fight harder.<br/><br/>He was about to speak again when something came after Shizu. Moments later she had returned covered in blood from the bio-weapon she had killed. Zachariahâ€™s jaw tensed for a moment as he wondered just what kind of strength she really heldâ€¦ she was definitely going to be his strongest weapon against these things and he could not afford to lose her. Hell he knew that if they lost her that Azrai would not be pleased, especially with the look that was on his face, and if Azrai was not pleased when he fell into that state of mind he could forget about everything. Surely not even Raziel would want something to happen and have Azrai run out of control, aware of what would happen. He did his best to shake it out of his mind. A repeat of five years ago would not be acceptable, as he had mentioned, so he would not think about it.<br/><br/>â€œThen there is no time to waste, everyone you know where your stations are. We have gone over this in drills however keep in mind this will be different.â€ Zachariah began. Everyone was listening to his words intently. â€œAzrai, I want you to--â€<br/><br/>â€œShizu shall be staying within my line of sightâ€¦â€ Azraiâ€™s voice came out as a low growl as he cut off Zachariah. â€œThat is my only condition, other than that I amâ€¦ more than prepared to do what I must to end this as quickly as possible.â€ A few of Zachariahâ€™s soldiers glanced at him then, taking a step back when they noticed his expression, shocked that someone would interrupt their leader or why he was letting the man speak out of line. Clearly they did not know Azrai that well, both Zachariah and Maverick seemed to think. Bloodlust was clear in his eyes and even though he appeared relaxed the way he rested the gun on his shoulder and held the briefcase with his free hand he was tense. The posture he held was the same as it had been in Jerusalem; he was that statue that wanted nothing more than to slaughter anything that moved, though this time it was a little more restrained much to everyoneâ€™s relief. For a moment Zachariah had been worried that he would take off and begin pulling the trigger.<br/><br/>â€œI understand and I know there is no other man for the task than you, but in your condition you need to be careful. James will be in charge of watching Shizu.â€<br/><br/>Maverick winced slightly but said, â€œAlright, if thatâ€™s what I must do then so be it.â€ Honestly he was not sure how he was going to do this, keep people together, but he was not going to let Zachariah down. He had to keep his composure. These people were now looking to him to lead them, he was their guidance as God could only do so much, he absolutely needed to keep his shit together or else he would be failing the entire organization. To be honest Shizu acting like that scared him to death and he prayed that he would not have to see something like that again. Azrai might have been able to handle blood and gore and violence but he was different. With all the people he has killed it was kind of funny that he was weak in that sense but blood just has never sat well with him. Usually Azrai and Ivan did all the dirty work and he came up with the random plans to get them out of a tough situation.<br/><br/>Zachariah straightened himself and gave a look to his group that immediately told them to fall in line, â€œAlright, I need three groups formed and you all know who you are. Snipers you are to listen to Azrai as well as give him support; you need to all work as a team.â€ He briefly turned to Azrai, â€œNo lone wolf stunts, I mean it.â€ Azrai gave a nod, and then Zachariah continued, â€œThe other two groups will work with Ivan and Maverick, working to ensure that the enemy does not reach either Azrai or Shizu. And  Shizuâ€¦ Iâ€™m going to let you know right here and now that I donâ€™t want you to hold back but I donâ€™t want you losing control of yourself either. Just keep in mind what I have told you: I donâ€™t want two people going on a killing spree.â€ He hoped that this was at least something to work off of. There was a reason he had been vague, he was waiting for the right moments to unleash what he had in mind. It was one of his more dangerous traits and why his enemies from the past had feared him.<br/><br/>He always seemed to come up with brilliant plans even if he left some people questioning him at the beginning. Why should he reveal everything at once? Why should he risk his people like that? It was not wise to just throw everything you have at the beginning; it was like running as fast as you could right at the beginning of the race, towards the end you are all tired out and everyone else is ahead. The more he looked out at the destruction the more his anger boiled. He was not about to have his plans fail. The faces of the innocents that have been victims of this mess tugged at his heart, those not so lucky he knew were left in Godâ€™s care now and would look on hoping that the man responsible would pay. He was going to do this for those people whose lives had been lost simply because they were in the middle of this war. Raziel was going to pay, assuming his little plan to make him come out of his own hole would be enough he might even get to see him and truly find out if he could be saved. Chances were he was too far gone, this proved that, but he had to wait and see.<br/><br/>Azrai could picture it all clearly. The more he looked around at all the destruction the more he wanted to see these ruined buildings painted red with the blood of those Sanctus Unum bastards. A malicious grin crept onto his face as his fingers unconsciously traced the gun he was holding. It was already in his mind that everything that seemed like a bio-weapon would get shot. The sad reality was that some people might even be innocent, they might run a little faster than the average person or be more athletic, but he did not care at this point.<br/><br/>He had seen how easily Shizu had killed that man, how easily she had torn out his heart and threw it onto the ground. The warring side of him was rejoicing at such a sight wanting to see more. He could almost smell the metallic odor of blood slowly beginning o fill the air, mixed with the dust that seemed to create a thin blanket over the city. Briefly he just stared at the organ as it laid there knowing right then and there that she would definitely be a valuable asset to the group. Over his dead body would Raziel get to her, he would let them take him, he was told to protect Shizu, be her bodyguard, and he was still hell bent on doing that until the end. Just because he was not on the frontline did not mean he could not protect her; he had said she stays within his sight for that reason.  No matter how much he trusted Zachariah he felt Shizu was his responsibility.<br/><br/>There was something funny about thisâ€¦ He had promised to teach Shizu more about the modern world and all she was seeing now was the ugly side of things.