There may be a few stray feathers on the ground where the blade caught his wing in that wild swipe. Gabriel hasn't noticed it though, too busy snarling to realize that knife is Empyrean steel and can and will hurt him if he lets the other land a strike. He'd been studying it earlier and is suspicious of what they could get their hands on here, he won't be taking it lightly, but still...

At that threat he laughs softly, "Unlike you I don't have doubts in my followers, his faith in me will outweigh whatever you may try to tell him. He smashed all his mirrors though so good luck with that."

He snorts, "He knows the truth and he'll trust me more than some egotistical copy." He attempts to distract the young man by aiming a kick to his ribs. If it should land, or even if it doesn't, he'll shift his weight and try to slam his foot down on the wrist holding the knife, both to pin the prophet and disarm him.

"I am doing what my father desires. Not some delusional brat who hears voices in his head."