Why? [Gabriel snarls through gritted teeth, twisting his fingers into the hair at the back of Ned's head and holding him tight. His other hand digs in at the cuff of one shoulder, pressing in with bruising force and threatening to break skin. He leans in real close to whisper into one ear.]
Because I can.
[ His weight shifts and he slams a knee down against his lower back, feeling the spine crunch under the pressure. He waits to let any chorus of pain echo around them, drinking in the sound of his scream.]
And it's what every single one of you deserves.
[He presses his fingers in with every intention of separating his arm from his shoulder, ripping and tearing past cloth and muscle and tendon to painfully sever the limb from his trunk. He'll use the long, sharp primaries of his wing to finish it, cleanly cutting through the last of the sinew and flesh before taking away his prize. He'll toss the thing like a bone picked clean and sink his bloody digits between his ribs.]
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Because I can.
[ His weight shifts and he slams a knee down against his lower back, feeling the spine crunch under the pressure. He waits to let any chorus of pain echo around them, drinking in the sound of his scream.]
And it's what every single one of you deserves.
[He presses his fingers in with every intention of separating his arm from his shoulder, ripping and tearing past cloth and muscle and tendon to painfully sever the limb from his trunk. He'll use the long, sharp primaries of his wing to finish it, cleanly cutting through the last of the sinew and flesh before taking away his prize. He'll toss the thing like a bone picked clean and sink his bloody digits between his ribs.]