"Am I supposed to be afraid?"

"Unless you are here to deliver me good news,  I do not even want to see your face. Are we clear?"

The cold wind in England was a stark contrast to the warm breezes in the holy land. He had heard that the Sheriff, the ever doubting suspecting weasel of a man had hired another assasin, so Gabriel decided to watch him. As he understood the man had fought in the Holy Land as well, but on the side of the english, obviously. The face did not seem unfamiliar. They might have seen each other in battle once before. Right now, however, Gabriel paid more attention to the mans technique. It was next to perfection with his style. Once Gabriel spotted a break, he clapped. "Impressive. Where did you learn that?"