[Gabriel staggers and knows that whatever was in that needle is working on him, meaning he likely only has a few precious moments of consciousness left. In those last seconds before he falls to one knee and then falls over entirely, it's the voice that catches him off-guard.
For someone who does the work that he does, making sure the enemy never sees you sweat is crucial, but Gabriel's composure leaves him when he hears that familiar growl. It's not quite the same, and he finds himself wondering if he's perceiving it correctly. His face screws up in some combination of recognition and confusion.
Things are already going black when the second assailant makes their--her--way down to their level, and there's something familiar about her, too, but by this point he's going under and can't quite process it before everything goes black.]
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For someone who does the work that he does, making sure the enemy never sees you sweat is crucial, but Gabriel's composure leaves him when he hears that familiar growl. It's not quite the same, and he finds himself wondering if he's perceiving it correctly. His face screws up in some combination of recognition and confusion.
Things are already going black when the second assailant makes their--her--way down to their level, and there's something familiar about her, too, but by this point he's going under and can't quite process it before everything goes black.]