[bamthedoc]

*Gabriel's vision begins to unblur. He can see that his aura is having a mild effect. The adreneline is pumping too high to take immediate effect, but the girl...Scout proves to show positive results. He feels his lips turn curl downwards into a frown. She has to know such violence. She has to know death and killing. Gabriel turns to the others, in turn. He recognizes most. He wonders when the first member of the resistance will recognize him and shoot him. 218 may want him alive, but that doesn't mean anybody else would. He's resigned to death, though. Who would do it, though? Gabriel looks around as his Sentinal senses begin to set in. Every footstep, he senses them in ways most would grow insane from. The taste and scent of gunpowder in the air causes a slight increase in adrenaline in his own system.*

I'm fairly useless bound...but I have no right to free myself and fight. Instead...I'll use my Aura as best I can...

*Gabriel feels a numbing pain run through his wings as he attempts to spread them. Indeed, he is still completely shackled. He doesn't care. His only task should be to strech his Aura as best he can. He forces all his concentration into his Aura. Its calming effect might wear down on the adrenaline pumping through the soldiers. It would certainly help powers that rely on the mind. Gabriel slows his breathing, attempting dull his Sentinal senses as much as possible. He only concentrates on his Aura.*