As Gabriel's mass resituated itself from the previous attack, Levin escaped from the concrete prison that Gabriel had hoped would bury him. His method of escape also doubled as an attack as needles of blood rained from the sky. Fortunately, he was armored and the needles were just not big enough to penetrate, each one that hit him merely sparked against his form. Gabriel looked at the husk of a boy that was Levin and would have frowned had he actually cared about him. He was worse off than he thought, the demon seemed to have taken advantage of the boy's emotions for this Sam girl and used them as a focus for all of his power. This was why he tried not to worry himself with such things, it just made him vulnerable to his own demon which he did not want.<br/><br/>Gabriel did not think this fight would last that long, the demon used blood as a weapon and if Levin ran out of blood he could not attack, nor could Levin's body keep going. Demonic power could only sustain a dried up body for so long. All Gabriel had to do was keep the fight going, with Merle as back-up to keep Levin in the fight. The fingers of his right hand shifted into razor sharp points and he shoved them hard into the ground, jettisoning his mass deep underneath the street towards Levin. Right at the boy's feet a wall of thin spikes rose up, angled towards his chest with the only means of avoiding being to fall back. Even if they did connect, Gabriel was very certain that Levin could survive it, he sustained quite a bit last time he saw him.