Mein Engel•Good Omens+Oneshots

Chapter 3; Overdue.

Aziraphale glared at the floor and his shoulders tensed, he sighed and shut his eyes before turning around to face Micheal, hunched over and carrying the flaming sword lazily in their hands. Micheal limped toward Aziraphale huffing as he tried to stay upright, clearly as beaten up as Aziraphale. People were starting to notice now. Getting out of their cars and shops to spectate the supposed 'epic' show done about to commence. hushed whispers scattered the surrounding crowd.

"This isn't your fight Micheal, go home." Aziraphale wheezed, aching chest heaving to gather oxygen that kept fleeting his lungs.
"M'bey not... but you sorely mistaken if you think your g'ting away unpunished." Micheal slurred over his words, taking more laboring steps toward Aziraphale, dragging the sword behind them, tarmac from the road melting under its heavenly flames and sparks littered the air around it as it screeched along the floor.
"You know i didn't do anything wrong M-" Aziraphale got cut off as blood poured from his lips. a slow trickle from the heavenly substance made its way down his chin. 
"Micheal... Go.Home." He gave one final command before standing straight and materializing the flaming sword to him and it shimmered to reality in his hand.

Micheal smirked and summoned his own sword, a gold long sword with a small amber crystal in the center of the cross-guard. Quite the contrast to Aziraphale's black sword. 
"You'll lose..." he cautioned 
"At least i can say i tried..." Micheal spat back and they both readied their stance. 
The crowd around them began to stir and people shuffled uncomfortably before screaming and running as Aziraphale lit his sword and they charged at each other. 

Crowley got out his Bentley and stared dumbfounded as the two angels fought. They were relentless as they slashed at one another. 

Aziraphale broke apart first and swung the sword to Micheal's left, an attack easily evaded. Micheal punched Aziraphale in his gut just a few centimeters away from the previous stab wound which caused him to wheeze, vision flickering enough for Micheal to gain an advantage. They grabbed Aziraphale by the collar and went to put their sword to his neck but didn't get the opportunity to as Aziraphale jabbed them in the left side with the Pommel of the sword, flamed licking at the sleeve of their suit. They stumbled back with a snarl and pat out the flames, readjusting their grip of their sword, Aziraphale saw an opportunity to swing for Micheal and in a matter of moments Micheal had a clean and precise cut across their neck, deep enough to leave them out of commission but it wouldn't kill them- at least not if they gave up the fight to tend to their wound before it was too late.  

"Give up Micheal" Aziraphale wheezed, grabbing his wounded side as he straightened. 
For a moment he stood tensed, waiting to see if Micheal would persist, and relaxed when they stayed down. 

"When you tell them; Tell them their next" and with that Aziraphale stumbled away, trying not to pay attention to the people staring at his blatant display of power.