Gabriel stared sullenly at the short piece of straw in his hand.

"You cheated."

Uriel furrowed his hairless brow, his stern mouth curling into a frown.

"CHEATED!? You're the one holdin' the straws, damn fool!"

Gabriel brushed a fair-skinned hand through his silver hair, his emerald eyes distant.

"But...but I hate this kinda work! I'm a tactician, not some brute for the humans' benefit!"

Raphael looked sadly at his Seraphic comrade, speaking in a low, mournful voice.

"You'd best not raise a fuss...already so many have died, and you're powers are better suited towards the task."

Gabriel scowled.

"God-dam-err, I mean...uh...grah! Fine! I'll go! Bastards, you owe me for this! This IS NOT my job."

Uriel smirked, his dark skin in shocking contrast to his fair-skinned comrades.

"Come now Gabriel, it's more fun to do the actual skewering then watching others do it for you. Killingsworth did a check, these are definately gods. So, think of it as excersize."

Gabriel stared at the large glowing orb, a 3-D image of Advent City hovering in the center.

"Heh...hehehehe...HA HA! Fine...I'll do it. I'll crush these foul creatures in mine own hands, and their souls shall fester inside the Holy Spear!"

He raised his hand, a massive ray of light enveloping him.

"Ha ha! To Earth! To battle! The Messenger shall ride!"