Immolation Ex: The Knower (COMPLETED)

Chapter XVI

Danny sat in the grass of the muddy backyard, rubbing his jaw. "I think you like doin' that."

Azazel grinned and presented his hand to the truck driver. "You have no idea, Khan."

"Figured..." Danny replied, accepting the Watcher's out-of-character offer of assistance. He stood, brushed his new body off, and then returned to the fighting stance he and the other Original Souls were taught by Gadreel. "Alright, left foot forward. Right foot, back...doing the hokey pokey on this big gray asshat!" Danny said and threw a right toward Azazel, unfortunately his sparring partner.

"Nice try, Khan," the tall being said, easily dodging the attack. His bellowing laughter was unceremoniously cut short as he felt his feet disconnect from the ground. The Watcher landed with a thud on a rusted ironing board lying carelessly on the ground. He angrily looked up into the face of one very satisfied former warlord.

"Gotcha! Now what?" Danny asked, throwing his arms out to each side, like he was some sort of redneck eagle. However, his self-assured smirk dissipated, quickly turning to an expression of fear as Azazel leapt from the ground toward him. A split-second teleport moved Danny safely away from his furious sparring partner just in time to avoid what would have been his end.

Michael lifted his hand indicating for Angel to hold their training. "Azazel!" he shouted. "Stop!"

A malicious flame was evident in The Watcher's eyes; murder written on his face. His tall, muscular body was tensed, fingers curled in front of him, their long sharp nails ready to shred Danny to pieces. "How dare you Mongolian! No human ventures to belittle me!"

"Mongolian, huh?" Strangely, Danny's fear faded from him and his face calmed. He stood erect and began striding toward Azazel with his fists clenched.

Angel recognized Danny's emotional transformation as the same she experienced in the hospital with the Grigori. "Danny? What are you doin'?"

"Bi ene Watcher -yn iljig öshiglökh gej baina," he replied.

Dustyn heard the odd words uttered by his friend and stopped sparring with Gadreel, noticing the escalation several yards away. He asked him what Danny said.

"He's speaking Mongolian," Gadreel said with a grin. "Your pal just said he was going to kick Azazel's ass."

"Oh, shit," Carter thought, watching the event unfold. He dropped his fists by his side, the punching bag attached to the dilapidated shed still swinging back and forth from his last contact with it.

"I knew you were in there, Genghis! Come on! Naash ir, namaig yalakh , Khaan gej orolddog," Azazel shouted, lowering his shoulders and his head to prepare for battle.

Danny suddenly stopped in his tracks and shook his head in confusion. He smacked his palm against his forehead a couple of times like he was trying to dislodge something inside of his skull. "Whut did you just say?" he asked his would-be opponent in confusion.

Michael was now standing behind Azazel to make sure he could stop any escalation in the exchange. "He just said he wanted to shake your hand and congratulate you on your improving self-defense technique," the Archangel replied with a smile.

The Watcher spun around, his sharpened teeth exposed. "I said no such thing, brother. You know that!" he hissed.

Nervous laughter erupted from the rest of the group, including Danny, thankful for Michael's intervention.

"I'm sorry, Azazel," the trucker said. "You're right, I shouldn't have gloated like that."

"This is not over, Khan," The Watcher shot back, pointing a finger at Danny.