It was over. This woman should have known from the beginning that it had been foolish to try and fight him. A soft chuckle escaped him as he continued to drag her towards him, licking his lips. Hunger gripped his stomach. The more his body wanted to heal itself the more he knew he had to feed so he didnâ€™t end up destroying himself. Blood still trickled out of the corner of his mouth but he was regaining some of his strength and that was all that mattered. The very sight of how weak the woman was one that disgusted him. He would enjoy devouring her.<br/><br/>The Cannibal had just gotten her close enough to him to grab her leg. He pulled her pant leg up and revealed the skin which was unsullied by blood, unlike her arms and face. A rough hand glided over the leg. He admired how smooth it was, searching for the perfect spot in which to sink his teeth. This was his victory so he deserved to play with his food a little more before he feasted on the spoils of war. He leaned forward and took a sharp inhale of breath, smelling her leg. Though the only thing he could smell at the moment was blood he hoped that this would add insult to injury. Oh yes, he was reveling in this, this was a precious moment for him, which he proved further by licking her leg gingerly, the whole length to the back of her knee and the stopped. He grinned again and then bared his teeth, about to chomp down when he heard something behind him.<br/><br/>He howled in pain as a bullet tore through his shoulder and several pairs of hands pried him from the woman.<br/><br/>â€œI apologize for being late,â€ another female voice said. â€œThings have gotten pretty bad.â€<br/><br/>â€œWho the hell are you?â€ The Cannibal snarled.<br/><br/>â€œIâ€™d keep quiet if I were you.â€ The woman had said as the two men holding the Cannibal back kept him restrained as he tried to lunge for her. â€œZachariah,â€ she then spoke into her earpiece, â€œthe pilot has been secured but we have woundedâ€¦â€ Bending down she took in the condition of her comrade, â€œZachariah had told me to come at the last minute. Donâ€™t worryâ€¦ everything is going to be ok now, my sister. I knew you would be able to hold outâ€¦â€ Nodding towards the car another man had pulled Lucian out and a medic came over. The look on his face told her this was even worse than she thought but she wanted to convince her fellow soldier otherwise. â€œThis is one of Godâ€™s miracles,â€ she added, looking up at the sky. Even from where she was, she could sense the tension of war in the distance.<br/><br/>The Cannibal could not believe what he was seeing. How dare they deny him his victory! Pissed off didnâ€™t even begin to describe what he was feeling at this moment. His facial expression was grim, blank because he was that upset. There was something different about these people, something odd, that he was unable to comprehend. Was he just weak from his injuries or was there another reason he was unable to overpower them? It was probably because the fight had worn him out. He was tired. That was why he was unable to fight back, for every time he struggled he could feel his strength wane. It was probably because he was still in the process of healing as well, that process was not as easy on his body as one might think. More than likely he would need some food and a nap before he would be able to fight again. He knew he would be denied that chance, these peopleâ€¦ this organization which went against Razielâ€¦ they have defeated him.<br/><br/>------------<br/><br/>After that fight with those bio-weapons Maverick had blacked out. He had thought he died in that fight, the way they attacked him he knew he should have, but here he was alive, it was truly a miracle from God himself. Try as he may he couldnâ€™t feel his body; he wasnâ€™t even sure if his soul was even attached to it at the moment. He had felt something touch his shoulder, however, and he woke right up wondering if it was another bio-weapon coming to finish him off. No sooner had he opened his eyes he had tried to reach for his knife which he discovered was no longer with him. Several people were around him but they were familiar faces. That had set in at ease at least but he was still tense and his body felt like it was on fire, breathing heavily, he had tried to move his arm but it would not respond. He really was in bad shape.<br/><br/>When he saw Ivan was amongst those who were gawking at him he couldnâ€™t help but smile. â€œYou look like shit,â€ he said, trying to lighten the mood.<br/><br/>The venom in his once good friendâ€™s voice had not surprised Zachariah and brought a small frown to his face. As much as he did not want to do this he knew that God had planned this all along. This battle for the Holy Land was Godâ€™s will and His will was not something to be ignored and thrown away like a used tissue. This was their destiny, this must happen. If Raziel was allowed to continue on then the Holy Land would become tainted and corrupt by his influence and he did not want that to happen. He straightened and tensed his grip on the gun as Raziel and his men took aim at him, ready to take action. As screwed up as this world was he loved it. This world, flawed as it was, and everybody in itâ€¦ including his old friend, it was all so strange but it was still Godâ€™s creation. Mankind had thrown away paradise long ago when Eve took the apple; part of him was glad about that.<br/><br/>He did not want this world to change because of one delusional manâ€™s ambition. This world was precious and he wanted to do all he could to help improve it, as again it was up to him and his army of men and women, handpicked by God, to protect this world from evil. He knew this would not be the last time someone dared to stand against him. Deep down he knew he might not survive this fight but he was not going to go down easily. This was something bigger than anything he has face, it was time to shove his feeling aside, reality stood before him rearing its ugly head, there was no way he could reason with his once good friend.  As much as he wished he would change his ways and return to him he knew that was impossible now. He had expected it. Now it was time to show his old friend the error of his ways; Zachariah was not going to be as merciful as God.<br/><br/>â€œYouâ€™re out of your mind, I know my path whereas you have strayed from yours,â€ Zachariahâ€™s tone was not nearly as malicious as his brotherâ€™s but it was still terrifying to most of those around him. The look in his eyes was icy, almost enough to hold back a raging tidal wave.<br/><br/>Suddenly there was a gunshot and the next thing he knew he was on the ground with Shizu, Raziel glowering at the scene before him somehow make him feel a little better. A few feet away, there was the sound of an almost inhuman growl that both surprised him and terrified him. Zachariah had barely seen his men struggling to keep Azrai under control despite the condition he was in. When Shizu spoke to him he turned his attention to her, frowning when he took in her condition. She had collapsed on the ground beside him breathing heavily and badly bleeding. He needed to get her out of here but with Raziel around it might not be possible, it would be too risky. No matter how many he would bring to get Shizu out of here he knew Raziel would cut them down and he felt horrible about it. He had not wanted Shizu to get this inuredâ€¦ he cursed himself for his mistake. Now would be the time to act, he would have to resort to the vialâ€¦<br/><br/>While he was still on the ground he reached out and pulled Shizu closer to him just as Raziel began his approach, gun in hand,  and put his arms around her in an embrace, â€œShizu, despite what you are, God will protect you for you are still one of His creations. I truly apologize that you had gotten caught up in this and promise that when this is over that you will be given your freedom. Should anybody else decide to pursue you they will be struck down.â€ Then he pushed her away from him and reached into his pocket pulling out the vial. He held it up and sighed, uttering a prayer of forgiveness under his breath.<br/><br/>Zachariah did not want to resort to this but had no choice. Raziel was undoubtedly much more powerful than he was. With a shaky hand he unscrewed the lid to the vial and drank the liquid that was inside. He wasnâ€™t sure how long it would take to work, his body felt a little numb, it was making feel like he was about to vomit. Ignoring the feeling he gripped the gun again and rose to his feet. His vision was a little blurry and keeping his aim steady was difficult. He would let God guide his bullet. Zachariah took in a deep breath and fired a shot, then another, both bullets hitting their target though unfortunately God had not guided him as well as he wanted. Perhaps He was already angry with him for trying to sink to Razielâ€™s level just so he could defeat him and end his cruel ways. He would nto be angry with Him if that was the case, and would willingly accept any form of punishment he would receive because of his decision.<br/><br/>There was a chemical scent which told him the gun was already starting to work its magic. A smirk touched his lips and he felt a little more confident though he didnâ€™t show it. As always he maintained a sense of calm. It was, after all, the most powerful weapon against Evil. Feeling shaky, almost seeing double as he did his best to shake off the strong urge to vomit, he fired again. This time he had missed. A soft curse was spoken under his breath. He wondered if the gun would even do anything to Raziel once it began to truly work its magic or if the vial was even going to do anything other than making him feel like shit. Well, if there was one thing it was doing it made his wounds feel a little better though that was not something that was important right now. No he had to keep focused on the situation before him otherwise he was as good as dead.<br/><br/>Something had caused his facial expression to change just then. The pilot had been secured. While that was wonderful new, and it did make him feel better, he had to brush it aside for now.<br/><br/>All Azrai could do was watch from a distance and it pissed him off. The people holding him back were having one hell of a time keeping him under control as he tried to pull away from them. His eyes widened when he saw what had happened with his leader and Shizu and unconsciously growled like a feral animal defending his home. Heart pounding in his chest he could feel his adrenaline, amazing everyone around him and himself how he still had so much energy, continuing to pump through his veins and a fire raged inside of him. What made his mood worse was the sight of that gun and the fact Zachariah hadâ€¦ swallowed whatever had been in that vial. He had gotten bad vibes when that happened and became more determined to get Shizu out of here. She did not need to be out hereâ€¦ he had failed protecting herâ€¦ he needed to do something for her.<br/><br/>Making one last effort he broke out of the restraint of the people who had restrained him and, just as Zachariah had moved to take on Raziel again, darted over to Shizu and gently grabbed her arm. It enraged him that her condition was this bad and he vowed that if Zachariah falls to this son of a bitch he was going to destroy the man himself. â€œCome,â€ he said softly to Shizu, dull grey eyes meeting her scarlet ones, though his voice was icy and malicious, â€œwe shallâ€¦ leave this area so you can recover. I apologize that I had not been able to protect youâ€¦â€ For the first time he was becoming shaky despite the malice flowing through him as strongly as the adrenaline still was, since he had met Shizu, the apology in his tone was powerful.<br/><br/>Zachariah seemed to hear him because he took a step backwards as if to back their retreat. His men seemed to get the hint for they had become willing to get Shizu out of there as well. As much as he hated Azrai being here, he was not going to protest if it helped get Shizu far away from Raziel. His jaw tensed as he kept his eye on the man the gun still pointed at him, still feeling a little sick, wondering if his plan, his last resort, had failed him after all, but he did not fire again.