[Gabriel lifts his eyes to her as she continues to yell at him eying her make-shift weapon. He can't help but to laugh at her threat. Kill him. With that? He's not thinking clearly and for one reason or another sees that as a chance to let her try. So he'll charge at her, wings opening and poised for a fight. He'll bring one around to shield himself from the lamp should she honestly swing it. He plans to bowl her over, throw her aside with the same wing and he's not holding back on the force of it either.]
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