It seemed like an eternity before Gabriel made his appearance in the dining hall. Flanked by supporters, the muscular, heavily scarred old road warrior scowled as the entered the room. A man of little humor and even less mercy, he ran the Rogue organization like an iron-fisted strongman. As he entered those who supported Mare stood up in solidarity with her. Some of them, like Scorpio, generally appreciated Mare and what she stood for. Raptor and some others, though, were only opportunistically looking out for themselves. Many more simply smelled blood in the water and gravitated towards whoever looked most likely to win – which most assumed would be Gabriel.<br/><br/>The Boss took his time walking to the center of the room. As he went he took off his long leather jacket and unhooked his gun belt, handing them to an associate. He then removed a massive Bowie knife from a holster inside his shirt before retrieving a butterfly knife from his boot. Both of these he also handed off before giving away a set of brass knuckles from his pocket and a Derringer revolver from up his left sleeve.<br/><br/>“I think that’s it…” he joked to the crowd who laughed at the black humor in loud, sinister tones. He raised his hands in the air. “Now I’ll have to kill you slowly, little girl, with my bare hands. It’ll take longer, but it’ll be worth it.” His supporters echoed his taunting with a angry yells of support. The room took on the atmosphere of a sporting event.<br/><br/>“You ready to die?” he asked. Before she had a chance to respond he swing at her viciously with a right hook.