Despite the fact he'd asked it in the first place, Gabriel found himself glad when the Texan didn't take him up on his question. "Better your wounds than mine," he said instead, "but if this is what you call 'plenty' of stamina then I've gotta say I'm worried 'bout the sorcerers here, Billy-Ray."
No reason not to let the man underestimate him some more by thinking he was vulnerable. True, he couldn't use his magic--that didn't mean he was helpless in a pinch. Or could even really be hurt.
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"I haven't the faintest," Solomon admitted, thinking back on his own meeting with Saint Gabriel. "Saint Gabriel didn't strike me as the sort to keep people waiting unless he had to." Couldn't they be in two places at once? How else would they be able to service everyone on Earth who was calling for them?
Were there even other angels here?
Or maybe Saint Gabriel wasn't on the peak of health. Given how many Faceless Ones Solomon wondered whether he fought, it wasn't, perhaps, surprising. Maybe that was the reason for the delay.
The sorcerer's stomach didn't growl, but only because it was past that point. One thing he was not going to do, Solomon felt, was to sit around waiting for an angel who may or may not visit in the near future. Cautiously the man rose, and although he still felt weak, at this point it was more from hunger than anything else. "Well," he said, "I believe this is where I should leave you. I need to eat and figure out where to go next."
He didn't want to go back to his apartment, but ... he had weapons there. Mundane weapons he kept 'just in case' and would now need. Thinking on it, he didn't have much choice. He'd just have to be as quick about it as possible.
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No reason not to let the man underestimate him some more by thinking he was vulnerable. True, he couldn't use his magic--that didn't mean he was helpless in a pinch. Or could even really be hurt.
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"I haven't the faintest," Solomon admitted, thinking back on his own meeting with Saint Gabriel. "Saint Gabriel didn't strike me as the sort to keep people waiting unless he had to." Couldn't they be in two places at once? How else would they be able to service everyone on Earth who was calling for them?
Were there even other angels here?
Or maybe Saint Gabriel wasn't on the peak of health. Given how many Faceless Ones Solomon wondered whether he fought, it wasn't, perhaps, surprising. Maybe that was the reason for the delay.
The sorcerer's stomach didn't growl, but only because it was past that point. One thing he was not going to do, Solomon felt, was to sit around waiting for an angel who may or may not visit in the near future. Cautiously the man rose, and although he still felt weak, at this point it was more from hunger than anything else. "Well," he said, "I believe this is where I should leave you. I need to eat and figure out where to go next."
He didn't want to go back to his apartment, but ... he had weapons there. Mundane weapons he kept 'just in case' and would now need. Thinking on it, he didn't have much choice. He'd just have to be as quick about it as possible.