"No," Gabriel called, laughing as he began to draw level with the demon, adrenaline pounding through his veins. He leapt over another knarled old root protruding from the ground, and tackled Barnaby.

The momentum resulted in them rolling briefly in a tangle of limbs before Gabriel pinned him to the ground, paint-gun pressed to his chest.

"It would seem that you're out of the game," he stated, grinning, trying to catch his breath. "Nothing personal."