"This is the training field, obviously, we meet here every morning at 0600. You have Wednesday's and Friday's to yourself, and the day of rest, obviously. Any quest—Oomph."

The fabled Captain of the Powers stumbled forward at the sudden impact from behind, and the newest recruits all jumped back in horror as he struggled to maintain his upright position, a laughing youngling had jumped on his back. He wrapped his arms around his neck, his legs around his waist, pulling him backwards, as at the same moment, another rams into his legs, and it brings him to the ground.

It's horrifying, in the newest recruits eyes, that there would be some as daring as to bring the Captain to his knees.

But the Captain is in on the excitement, laughing softly as he struggles to pull the arms off from around his neck, the youngling tightens his grip. "Tap out!" He pulls sharply. "Tap out, Nis!"

"I will never tap out for you." When it becomes evident that he's not going to manage in pulling the arms from around his neck, he reaches back, bending forward slightly, and curls his fingers under the youngling's arms. The youth lets out a surprised shriek when the Power yanks him forward, flipping him over his head, off his back, and to the ground underneath him. "You try and try and never seem to succeed."

They watch completely mystified as the Power smiles down at him, when he sticks his tongue out at the Captain looming above him, and his eyebrows raise at the cheekiness. "Oh, we're going to be cheeky now, are we?" He digs his fingers into his belly, it's a sudden action, and the youngling shrieks brightly, arching his back. "This is what you get."

"Nihihihihis!"

He smiles down at him endearingly. "Yes, Paul?"

"Nohohohoho!"

"You should have known this was coming," he tugs at the youngling's tunic and young Paul's hands clamber to keep him from tugging it free. "This happens every time you try to get me to tap out." He manages to tug his tunic free despite the slight inhibition from the younger angel under him, pulls it up only slightly, and spiders ten fingers over his bare belly.

Any possible embarrassment from the position he finds himself in is drowned out by the ticklish agony he now faces. He could never stand it when Nisroc went after his belly, he was ruthless, especially when he was teaching a lesson. Paul screams in laughter, arching his back, squirming under him in an attempt to break free from his torture.

"Here." They all look up at the arrival of the other Power, Titus smiles to the newest recruits kindly, a youngling struggling over his shoulder. "Someone was trying to escape their comeuppance." The Captain thanks him, leaning to the side for him to lean forward and pull the squirming, struggling, youngling from over his shoulder to lay next to his brother in the dirt. "Thank you, Tus." The other youngling squeals brightly, his face burning a red hue at the others there to witness it, when he digs his fingers sharply into his inner thigh.

The other Power chuckles, shaking his head lightly. "I'll take over your tour. Teach 'em good."

He gestures for the class to follow him as he turns, and they all stare at the three of them as they step passed them, following after him quickly.

One builds up the courage to tap him on the arm as he leads them across the field. "Yes, little one?"

"W—Who are they?"

"Oh," he peered over his shoulder at the three of them, exchanging words that went unheard by distance, the relationship they shared was an endearing one. "They're Paul and Sashael, he goes by Sasha, they're his charges." He sighs, shaking his head. "They try this at least once a month."

Titus turns to address the others. "Let that be a lesson though. He doesn't bow to anyone. If you try to take him down, make sure you succeed, or you'll find the same end as they did."