The more the woman struggled the tighter his grip on her became as he pushed her against the ground harder to keep her restrained. His heart was beating rapidly and his breathing was becoming heavier as he fought away the pain. The beating she gave him on top of his bullet wounds were really beginning to slow him down. He was going to have to end this as quickly as possible. His body was still not regenerating as fast as it should be by now and it was irritating him. Thanks to this bitch he could feel his lungs slowly starting to fill up with blood and his chest felt like it was on fire.  He needed to consume more flesh; if he could do that then he would be fine within the next few hours assuming nothing had been too severely damaged to the point of no repair. That bullet wound she had been digging at was really bothering him but he refused to show just how much.<br/><br/>He had almost succeeded. His hot breath could be felt upon her neck and he was ready to sink his teeth deep into her flesh, tearing her throat apart, heal his wounds and be on his way. After taking so long he doubted he could face Raziel but wanted to win this either way. He would at least show he was more than capable of winning a fight. What stopped him was the sudden pain he felt in his wrist, at which he let out an inhuman sound that somehow insinuated he was in pain and withdrew his hand from her. Having been reduced to a somewhat animalistic state of mind, an animal would try to get away from the pain not make it worse. A tremendous shockwave of pain hit him realizing his chest wound had been agitated again when he moved; more blood was steadily oozing from his mouth. Breathing was slowly becoming more and more difficult. It would have been easy to handle a bite wound, if not for the wounds he had suffered prior, this added even more discomfort to the great deal of pain he was feeling already.<br/><br/>Pushing the pain to the back of his mind he glared at the woman again and spat the small amount blood he had coughed up at her. He was doing his best to keep her restrained but he was not sure how much longer he was going to last, he was losing blood fast and knew he had to be extremely careful now. If he could just get another chunk of flesh off of her then he might be able to heal enough to where asphyxiation would not be an issue. It was evident that he was beginning to feel weak by the look in his eyes, he was feeling a bit dizzy, and by the fact that his vision was starting to become a little blurry. Whatever she did to his chest wound he was starting to feel it more now no matter how much he tried to push it to the back of his mind. So getting another bite would be just what heâ€™d do. In spite of his dizziness he pushed her harder into the ground and bit down on her unscathed shoulder as hard as he could and began tearing flesh away.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>It would be a lie if he said that he wasnâ€™t terrified of whatever might happen during this fight. He wasnâ€™t just hell bent on protecting Shizu but Zachariah, Ivan, his friends, and the Holy Land were everything had all of those things to take into consideration. Thinking back to his days in the military he would have gladly given his life for Israel and now he was standing to protect not only Israel but every bit of the Holy Land. The destruction around them was just a small reminder that he needed to be as focused as possible and that he could not afford to allow some of his habits of being rash take him over even though the malice was burning bright in him. He would not let Zachariah or anyone down by acting out of line and if that meant that everything must die then so be it. In the end Zachariah would be standing victorious and the people of the Holy Land will recognize him as their protector, chosen by God to defend them.<br/><br/>When Shizu spoke to him, Azrai felt very relieved and in a way it brought a small sense of comfort to him. The only response he gave was a small grin and a reassuring nod that said he was going to be fine before he followed the snipers and go into his position. From where he was, a decent view of the field could be seen and it was then he could easily see just how large of a number Sancus Unum had brought with them onto the field. Raziel was desperate to have his way. He was definitely worried, about Shizu and himself, but he did not want her to worry about him and in the back of his mind he knew that he shouldnâ€™t be too worried about her either. If she could kill those things that easily then they had a chance. By the end of the day he knew that their victory would be inevitable, but of course that was needless to say. Zachariah said he did not want a repeat of five years ago and so he would of his best to ensure that.<br/><br/>Rolling his shoulders he let out a sigh to relax himself a little and set up as soon as he got to his position, always making sure to keep in touch with the other snipers. While he was not much of a leader himself he seemed to take charge right away since he has had the most experience with a situation like this; he knew the perfect angles, how to judge the way the wind was, when and when not to shoot, et cetera. Some of these people were still somewhat inexperienced but he did not worry about them knowing that Zachariah would not send people with no experience on the front lines. He knew who he trusted to get the job done, would get the job done no matter what happened. It was up to him to not only aid these people but teach them as well. Perhaps that was another reason Zachariah had him team up with this group. It was a learning experience for everyone and no matter what the outcome was everyone would have something to take home with them.<br/><br/>In the distance he could make out a car that was sitting just past the city limits away from the battle; Raziel was probably sitting safely in that car. Azrai had half a mind to just aim for the window and pull the trigger right then and there and end that son of a bitchâ€™s life. If only it were that easy. Surely if it were as easy as that Zachariah would have said something, he had a feeling there was something else up Razielâ€™s sleeve or else he wouldnâ€™t have made himself a sitting duck out there.<br/><br/>When the first wave of bio-weapons made their move Azrai adjusted his scope and took a deep breath to relax, lining up his shot. The other snipers followed his lead. There was brief communication and then shots were fired, a cloud of smoke followed, a few of them had been fast enough to somehow dodge while the ones that were hit stayed down. For a good long minute he stared at the ones that were downed expecting them to stand up and start snuffing out the positions of the snipers. When they stayed down a satisfied grin stretched across his face. These things died a lot quicker than he expected, that had been far too easy. How disappointing. It seemed like the more he picked off the easier it was to kill them. Was this what they all had prepared for? Superior bio-weapons that die after one shot? He couldnâ€™t even begin to describe the mount of disappointment he was feeling, had it not been overridden by the satisfaction of killing them he would be shaking his head.<br/><br/>Bang. He fired another shot. Down the weapon went. That was how the pattern was going, and the more he killed, the more he watched their blood splatter all over the ground, the buildings, the more he his malice built. Looking through his scope again he noticed there was another heading for Shizu. He could feel his entire body tense as a low growl escaped him. Wasting no time he lined up the shot and fired at the weapon, shooting it in the head, watching as it dropped to the ground. More tried to come after her only to be cut down. He smiled at their failure. So long as he was breathing he was going to defend her until the very end.<br/><br/>â€œAzrai..? Sir, are you alright? I thought Zachariah had told you no lone wolf stuntsâ€¦ We need to work as a team, you canâ€™t expect to take them all out on your own just to protect one person,â€ One of the snipers working in the same area called to him after taking notice to the look on his face.<br/><br/>When Azrai looked to the man, he had cringed and just went back to sniping. The mood of the group seemed to change then.<br/><br/>While the snipers were busy doing their thing Zachariah kept a watchful eye on the men and women who were going to protect this land. Almost everyone had an earpiece to keep in touch with him at all times so he was not worried about whether or not he would lose track of someone. A smile came to his expression when he hear word from Maverick about what Shizu was doing, â€œYou need to keep an eye on her just as much as Azrai is. If something happens to her now it may very well spell the end of us.â€ The enemy had brought large numbers with him but he refused to be intimidated by so many bio-weapons. Earlier he had been very worried, but now that he was actually on the field he felt more confident than he has ever had in his life. He knew that everyone was working as one solid team and not just separate groups. Every now and then he would check on everyone to ensure that things were running smoothly while in his mind he worked out how his plan would fit in. As he had told them before: â€œDo not be intimidated by them, if they bleed then they can die.â€<br/><br/>The words were spoken softly into the earpiece, encouraging everyone to work harder. He knew that they would do everything in their power to please him and that brought him joy, satisfaction. God was surely smiling down at him, knowing he was doing his best, though He was more than likely displeased with the fact that blood was being spilled. It was for the good of the Holy Land. Zachariah knew he was not innocent and may not be worthy enough to enter Heaven when he passed from this world, if he would die here todayâ€¦ noâ€¦ he did not want o think about such thing, so long as he was fighting for what he believed that was enough for him. He hoped Raziel was comfortable in that car of his, because it was not going to protect him for long. There had to be a reason why he was not standing with his men like was. He also knew better than to try and drag him out in the open; the man was dangerous, undoubtedly a lot more powerful than his goons.<br/><br/>Behind him he heard a snarl followed by fast-moving footsteps. Before Zachariah knew it, a bio-weapon came charging right for him and then was tackled to the ground with enough force to knock the wind out of him for a few seconds. Several punches were exchanged after they were on the ground until he had gotten enough ground to push the bio-weapon off of him. When pushed off the weapon came at him again, giving him little time to get to his feet. After a good five minutes of exchanged punches the bio-weapon ended up having his neck snapped and Zachariah was victorious, unsure of how he managed to grab that victory, though not unscathed. Those punches the bio-weapon had thrown had done a number on him; he was sure he had a few cracked ribs and several nasty bruises. These weapons really were a pain. He was going to have to take it easy and make sure that they didnâ€™t catch him off guard like that again. From what he saw earlier with Shizu it seemed to be a tactic they liked.<br/><br/>To think Raziel would take Godâ€™s children and turn them into these abominations was sickening, seeing it in action was a lot worse. These people had families once upon a time, now they were forced into this life. Some bio-weapons were a lot more powerful than others, just like any warrior if you could call them that, some knew what they were doing, but he had noticed a few were just standing around awaiting orders.  Surely this was not the extent of Razielâ€™s army. To think his old friend would have soldiers that need their hand held around was something he was not sure he should be worried about or grateful for. Overall he was really starting to feel that Raziel had just thrown most of these people together without much thought other than having more people for his â€˜armyâ€™ heâ€™d use to take over the Holy Land. He was not going to let Raziel have his way with the Holy Land, this was far from over. It was not going to be over until the cold blood of Sanctus Unum stained his hands.<br/><br/>â€œIvan,â€ Zachariah called out to the man through his earpiece, â€œI want you to conserve as much ammo in that gun as possible, keep in mind that we will need it later. There is only so much ammunition for it.â€ The thought of using that gun made him sad but it had to be done in order to ensure his victory; Raziel was going to find out the hard way that he was not the only one that has been working on special weapons. He was all about conserving and pacing, taking it easy yet throwing everything he had at the same time. For years he has ran his organization and he has always used the same tactics while at the same time always remaining resilient. It was almost like he was born to lead, not that that was a surprise. He was born to lead because God had chosen him to protect this place. He would be damned if he allowed such evil to taint sacred ground. Confidence rang in his voice, â€œTo everyone else, spread out a bit more, you are beginning to look too huddled together.â€<br/><br/>â€œHow should we space out?â€ Maverick was the first to give him a response. Zachariah was not getting any word from the snipers so he assumed Azrai was taking care of them. The man was more than capable, after all he was the most learned when it came to sniping.<br/><br/>â€œYour group is falling in a bit too close to Ivanâ€™s, from where I am observing; you seem to be clinging to him. Instead of pushing forward, fall back a little, you are in charge of keeping everyone in line so do not be afraid to bark out some orders. Not only should you keep an eye on Shizu but I want you to work on making sure the civilians that survived the explosions, including authorities, do not interfere with this little battle. Do not make me remind you againâ€¦â€<br/><br/>â€œUnderstood,â€ Maverick felt pretty stupid after that but he couldnâ€™t help it, he was just nervous about this whole thing. Instead of letting that criticism get to him, it was going to make him stronger. Perhaps he was not trusting in his own abilities that he wanted to ask more questions, keeping his mouth shut since it was best not to bother Zachariah. Surely his hands were just as full dealing with these bio-weapons as everyone else. It was turning into chaos real fast. From the looks of things Shizu could definitely take care of herself, and when he noticed the bullet fly past he knew Azrai was watching her like a hawk when he wasnâ€™t busy picking off bio-weapons. Another set of eyes on Shizu would be nice though, but he was a bit uncomfortable confronting her and telling her to fall back with the group fearing that she might rip his head off like she was those bio-weapons. Remind him never to piss her off, he thought to himself as he shook his head.<br/><br/>The enemy was advancing again. What worried him was how unpredictable and wild they seemed to be. He had noticed it while he relentlessly fought with them to keep the civilians safe as well as keep an eye on Shizu. Azrai would tear his balls off and feed them to him if something happened to that girl, he always kept that in mind. It was almost like they cared about their leader, but at the same time trying too hard to please him and not all of them seemed to be on the same page. There were less experienced fighters just thrown into battle, seemingly without proper training, while the more experienced ones worked with what looked like some kind of organized chaos. Perhaps they were just expendable and he was keeping his stronger soldiers ready for later? Hell if he knew, it wasnâ€™t like he knew what the fuck was going on inside Razielâ€™s head.