The scent of blood and fear hung thick in the air.
It made Hale somewhat exited, he was almost at Kilo Point and... wait.
Kilo point was downwind. This was coming from his home. He turned around and looked back at his tracks.
He pondered if he should return.

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"E-excuse me... Sir?"
Sten had crawled over to Gabriels feet, leaving a trail of blood and cards.
"I am no hero, but I have seen things." His eyes stared up, they seemed to dare and look the oldblood in the eyes, yet they seemed to see nothing.
"And it's all wrong! It's all so [b]wrong[/b] teacher!"
Sten scrambled on the floor as he gathered his bloodied cards.
With a strange look of pride, like a child he held up two cards. "These cards do not oppose one another."

In his left hand was a tarot card, it depicted an official looking figure in christian priest robes, beneath him depicted were two monks bowing before him and a set of keys crossed between them. The card read in neat gothic letters "The hyrophant". Written over it in blood it said "Gabriel".

In his right hand he held another tarot card, this one depicted a cart, in it a confident looking man. The cart was being pulled by two lions. This card was titled "The Chariot" and read "Matt" in bloody letters.

"Any conflict here is madness. For you are not opposed you see?"
His tone of voice seeped despair, yet somehow his face was hopeful, obsessive.
It was like he had forgotten fear. At this point Sten didn't think about these things anymore, he just followed the motions trying to solve a puzzle that made no sense and all the sense in the world at the same time.