Survived gate of ice

The Genoskwa grabbed the top of the wall and vaulted it easily, his huge hairy form moving with effortless power. He’d somehow anticipated its presence. He must have heard my shout and jump, and maybe the way I’d gone over it at the top. Or maybe Ursiel was helping him through his sightless chase, the way Lasciel had once helped guide me in total darkness.
But neither the Genoskwa nor the Fallen angel sensed what was plummeting soundlessly toward them.
A block of ice the size of a building came down like the hammer of God Almighty, and crushed the Genoskwa like a beer can.
I rolled to a stop and flopped on the stone cavern floor, utterly exhausted, breathing like a steam engine. But I had enough energy to turn my head to the gruesome remains being tossed about like a rag doll among the last row of grinders.
“Parkour,” I panted. “Bitch.”
Then I just breathed for a minute.
Footsteps approached a moment later, and I felt hands hauling me up. Michael had sheathed Amoracchius again, and he steadied me as I rose. Grey stood and watched the grinders grind for a moment before he shook his head and said, “Yuck.”
“Right?” I said.

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“I heard you went up against one of the Forest People and beat him.”
“Killed him,” I said.
River Shoulders eyed me and repeated, “Beat him.”
A little cold feeling went through me. “What?”
He nodded. “Big part of why I’m here. Wanted to warn you.”
“How?” I demanded. “There was nothing left but ketchup.”
River Shoulders shrugged again. “I don’t know how. But I saw him not a moon ago. Blood on His Soul won’t forget. Keep your eyes open, huh?” Once again, his eyes tracked nervously around the room. “Hey, does it feel hot in here to you?”

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