"Why can't you just lie down and die like the rest of them!?" Levin snarled.<br/><br/>Both the psychotic madman and his demon realized that their attacks weren't very effective on the silencer at this point. Even if he were to somehow defeat him, Levin would be exhausted if another came along to challenge him. He tossed his knife into the air, catching it and holding the instrument of murder backwards. Three rings were formed as the knife dragged across the skin of the left arm, then another set once the first was completed. His crimson eyes turned to the armored man as he easily shook the bodily fluids placed upon him, then turned his appendages into gruesome claws.<br/><br/>Gabriel dashed forward in an instant, his claws about to tear the deranged madman into pieces. Though, before the silencer had disappeared from view, blood began swirling around the circles engraved onto Levin's arm. The blood seemed to form various saw blades that spun in place, though their proximity to each other and speed might make it easy to mistake it for a red whirlwind covering his arms. His arms were rammed into the grotesque claws, the blood scraping against the other man's limbs like a grinding wheel against stone. Levin struggled in an attempt to hold Gabriel's attack at bay. He knew he had to find a way to end this soon.<br/><br/>"Why don't you die!? Why can't you die!?" he screamed violently into his opponent's ear. "I want to tear you apart... I want to strangle the life out of you... but you just, keep, on, living!"<br/><br/>The cuts on both his leg shot spikes upward, pushing Gabriel's arms into the air. Levin then desperately shoved his hands forward, the sheer speed and momentum of the blood circling his arms were pushed into Gabriel's chest. This did little to inflict harm upon the man, considering how resilient the silencer was, but he was sent backward quite a distance. The crimson flow smothering Gabriel's chest was seeping onto the ground, connecting with the blood that he so easily shrugged off just a moment ago. He was now rooted to the concrete, if only for a while. It was a desperate bid to buy him some time, as he assumed the man would easily tear himself off the bloody pavement and give chase.<br/><br/>While reluctant to leave, this man was too much trouble to deal with at the moment. Common sense and his demon's endless screeching ordered him to turn tail and run, saying it would be best to clear off the smaller pests before dealing with tenacious roaches such as these. With that, he leapt off once again like he did before, running away in what could either be taken as cowardice, or boredom. He was once again weaving between buildings, hoping the large man either lost sight of him, or lost interest. Though he is sure that he would have found some way to murder him, the creation of a peaceful world for Sam relied on his survival... and the deaths of thousands of others. The man's depravity led him to believing that he was a one-man army against the world, killing others simply so Sam could live peacefully. An ideal place for him and Sam to be together for all eternity.