Draiks and Angels: Rescued

25 - Armory

The armory consisted of many crates stacked in all corners of the room. There was a single table next to the far wall from the door, but it was empty.

"Are the crates full of blessed blades?" Khloe asked.

"I don't know. If they are, why do we have so many?" Michael answered.

He walked up to the nearest box, drew his sword, and started prying the top off. Just when it was nearly off, they heard the door shake.

"Good thing the door has a lock?" Alex quipped.

Michael brandished his sword and moved between the group and the door, "Locks like that one don't really mean anything to Angels, because they can be unlocked with magic. They're mostly for the humans."

"I guess I should be insulted," Alex said, not insulted at all.

They watched as the door unlocked itself. It burst open and six male Angels rushed through the opening, lining up in fighting stances. Andrew walked in behind them. Michael adjusted his grip. Andrew folded his hands behind his back and slowly approached, working his way through the male Angels.

"Will you cut me, Archangel?" he asked as he got closer.

"Don't tempt me," Michael frowned.

Andrew walked forward until the tip of the blade was almost touching his chest. He calmly took one hand from behind his back and gently touched the sword.

"Toche fiir."

Blast! Michael dropped his sword as it burned his hands and instinctively pulled them away. Andrew shot forward with his raised hand and grabbed Michael by the throat.

"Koay dartsuum."

Michael grabbed Andrew's arm and yanked it off his neck. He shoved the Angel backward and tried to yell at the Steward. Nothing came from his mouth, and a look of realization crossed his face.

"Now," Andrew commanded the male Angels.

Four of the Angels descended on Michael and two approached the rest of the group. Alex and the girls backed into the corner. Michael fought back with more fury than he had in a long time. He could not afford to get trapped in the Aerie! Cona needed him! It was his fault!

"Steward," Alex heard one of the Angels say, out of breath, "the Archangel is being more... violent than normal."

"I guess it can't be helped if he gets hurt here," Andrew clicked his tongue, then called out, "Increased measures!"

The fighting Angels all paused and nodded. Immediately, an Angel ducked down, swept Michael's feet from underneath him and Michael landed hard on his side. Two Angels jumped on him, grabbing his arms, slamming him to his front, and twisting his limbs painfully behind his wings. Michael grimaced and struggled against them, but they just twisted harder until he had to be still. The Angels turned their attention to Alex, Khloe and Mara.

"We surrender," Alex held up his hands.

"What?!" Khloe and Mara exclaimed at the same time.

"Did you not see them take down as skilled a fighter as Michael?! Do you think we have a chance?" Alex shot back.

"Take them to Cell Room One," Andrew directed. "Take the Archangel to his room and keep him there."

The Angels lifted Michael from the floor, making sure to keep his arm hold tight, but without the floor to press against, it was not as effective. Michael was grateful for the cessation of some of the pain. Before he could find a way to escape with his new leeway, one of the Angels grabbed a handful of feathers near the top of his wing and twisted a little. Michael grit his teeth and leaned into the wing trying to alleviate the pain. They were awfully cruel to be using his wing to control him! Did Andrew tell them they could do that?