William sees the wing too late to move out of the way, trying to take a swipe at it but not knowing if he hits or not, too busy getting the wind knocked out of him when he hits the floor. The impact is hard enough that he skids a few feet, and briefly the mirror wonders if he's even going to walk away from this one. If he doesn't then that's the way it's meant to be, and regardless of his aching back the young man is already sneering up at Gabriel, making sure to keep his grip on the knife. Should this be when he gets killed then William has every intention to go down fighting.

Something Gabriel says pings William, the sneer already turning back to the usual smirk. "All gone, huh? And how much of that does your little follower know. I should tell him, see how fast he ditches you."