There was a surprising amount of dark fury in his voice when he answered, "You should have let me kill him." His wings adjusted themselves, pulling out from the weight between them, wiggling, then pumping a few times experimentally. "Okay. Hold on tight." When he jumped, he didn't even need to use his wings. They sped through the air like a rocket, breaking the sound barrier easily enough, and trailing an odd blueish-white light.<br/><br/>Gabriel could have landed her where she belonged in seconds, but he liked speed. Satanachia couldn't go anywhere near as fast, the demon didn't even know where that speed was hidden. But Gabriel had to be fast to run back and forth between Heaven and Earth all the time like he used to. It made talking impossible, and even though he was having fun, he finally set down in front of the building where Syra worked. "I'll see you again soon, Sy."