Saint Michael the Archangel fired a round of bullets into the target, imagining they were the faces of sinners.
"Take that blasphemers!" He called. Epic music, probably from Two Steps From Hell, played in the backround.
"Michael, what are you doing?" Raphael shrieked, and flew over to him. The backround music stopped.
"Target practice."
"Do you really have to shoot that gun in the house? You're scaring the children." His wife said, tugging on his arm.
"I'm sorry honey, I need to take down some zombies tomorrow. I'll stop after this next one."
"Fine."
Since he had never-ending ammo, because warrior angels are cool like that, he immediately moved to the next one and started shooting.
"That's so mature."Raphael said sarcastically.
Michael just laughed as he shot a picture of Satan into tatters.
