Angel Breath- Ziam

13: Training

A/N: yep.... They've all been zlessed. ;) haha I make a funny. Anyway training. Hand to hand, angelic power, long range, yep. Training. Enjoy beautiful people's :*

~Banana

1 week later

We'd all been training extremely hard, and I had gotten a good idea on everyone's strengths.

Belle, Louis, Mike, Ashton, Kyle and Bryan were all extremely good with long range bow and arrows. Belle especially so, having grown up with the archery practice. Mike was really good at his power control, Kyle good with power focus.

Kellin, Calum, Niall, Harry, Johnnie, and Alex were quite proficient in hand to hand combat. Harry was brilliant with swords, two hand-and-a-half swords. For someone extremely clumsy, he sure turned graceful when you handed him his weapons.

Michael, Luke, Jaime, Tony, and the rest of the YouTubers were absolutely amazing in magic. The way they spun it, moved with it, worked with it, was absolutely beautiful. Michael had this way of twisting and turning, managing to avoid every single spell I would throw at him and throwing another tricky spell at me.

Currently we were back in the clearing, everyone working on what they weren't the best at. I was working with the hand to hand combat, Liam helping with the magical area. He had been working with me since four or five days after Ada was born, so he knew what to do.

"Michael! No no, not like that, twist! Step back, lunge, c'mon Mikey," I encouraged. Michael was having the most trouble with the hand to hand, the others having some but not much. Michael groaned, dropping the long wooden sword in his hand and throwing his arms up.

"I give up! I can work from a distance, I can use magic, bow and arrows, I can't fight hand to hand!" he said annoyed, dropping and sitting on the ground. I sighed, glancing around to check in the others around me.

Niall, who was working on his magical strength, heard Michael and stopped what he was doing, walking over. He wrapped his arms around the younger boy's shoulders, resting his chin on Michael's shoulder. He rubbed his nose along the curve of his jaw, Michael relaxing as his boyfriend comforted him.

"Baby, you're okay. You've got this, I know you do. When we practice together, you're absolutely amazing," Niall whispered and Michael sighed. "Try? For me," Niall asked and Michael looked at him, biting his lip.

Finally he nodded, tilting his chin slightly. Niall smiled softly and pressed a kiss to his pouting boyfriend's mouth, lingering slightly. He pulled away and kissed his knuckles, standing and moving back to where he was working.

Michael took a deep breath, stood up and picked up his sword. He stood at a ready and paused, taking in the moving wooden model in front of him, equipped with a plastic sword.

I watched with bated breath, hoping he could do this. He quickly swung at the dummy, moving a bit more confidently. The dummy paired blows and took a swing, but Michael blocked it, swinging immediately and hitting a killing blow below the dummy's ribs.

I heard cheers, Niall, Luke, Ashton and Calum cheering for their best friend/boyfriend. I smiled relieved, glad to know Michael could do it well. "Good job Mikey," I said and he smiled, breathing slightly heavier.

Niall ran at him, catching Michael by surprise as the shorter boy jumped into his arms. Michael laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to his boyfriends mouth. "Thank you Nialler," he whispered and the Irish boy just smiled. "It was all you baby," he said and kissed him again, climbing out of his hold.

I smiled. "Alright Ni, head on back to your magic, Michael still needs to work a little more to perfect it. Its good now, but we need to get it wonderful every time," I said and Niall nodded, moving back.