Just like Yumi, Andrew proved to be very sturdy as well, and his skull didn't shatter — but that was only because Gabriel was never planning to kill him.
He continued to stomp Andrew's face, each strike landing in a tight, merciless sequence.
Face. Stomach. Chest. Ribs. Throat. Jaw. Solar plexus. Knee. Shoulder.
Each hit sounded like a drum.
BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM. BAM.
For a moment, there was silence.
No one moved.
The dust settled slowly.
Andrew lay there, eyes half-open, blood at the corner of his mouth.
"You…" He coughed weakly. "You really think… this is enough to get rid of us?"
Gabriel crouched beside him, expression calm.
"I know it's not," he said quietly. "But it's enough to make you and the others think twice before walking into my run again."
Andrew wanted to spit in his face, but he never got the chance — Gabriel stomped his head one final time, destroying his skull.
"Phew."
Several sighs of relief rippled through the crowd the moment Andrew stopped moving.
