"Hey, are you really going to do this? Fight Michael?" Gabriel asked Emory who was doing warm-up stretches in preparation for his spar with Michael
Michael stood at the other end of the training room, arms folded and his gaze set on Emory
He remained silent, patiently waiting for Emory to be done with his preparation.
"It's just a spar, nobody is going to get hurt. Besides, I need to show him that I have the strength to follow through with my plan." Emory said, his tone brimming with confidence.
"You know the only beings in all of existence that angels can't kill are other angels right? You could accidentally die from this if Michael fails to control his strength even by a hair" Gabriel cautioned Emory, concern and worry traceable in his voice.
"Relax, you're making this more serious than it is. Like I said, it's just a spar, he just wants to test my strength and resolve" Emory waved off Gabriel's warning.
