Akeela shuffled in closer to her friend as they ventured deep into the looming prison, despite her excitement that she got to have the two daggers again and that she could kick as many people as she wanted to, it was still scary to be there and she wanted to go back despite herself and hide behind her biggest brother until it was all better again.

But he had asked her to come on this special mission and she wouldn't let him down, Zaves needed her to be strong and be strong she would be, even if she was rightfully terrified. The moaning of the angels locked in the cells made her jump every time they passed one but Zaves tightened his grip on her hand and they continued on as if nothing could stop them.

They came to a door on the far end of the hall, she scrunched up her face at the weird noises that were coming from inside, "I cant promise what youre about to see won't give you nightmares."

"That's what I got Luci for."

He smiled at her honesty, there was no one better to scare away nightmares then an archangel, she was just lucky they were so taken with her.

"That's a good point. They wouldn't dare stand against him."

"Right."

He gripped the hilt of his short sword and looked down to her with a certain amount of seriousness, her eyes stared back up at him with a certain level of readiness. They were both battle hardened from the war and were ready to face whatever was waiting them beyond this door.

A scream that came from within only made them harden their resolve even more. Who ever this angel was, he was Zaves friend and as his best friend it was up to her to help him free his other friend.

"Are you ready monkey?"

She nodded, bending slightly where she stood, ready to spring on whoever dared try and stop her. Though she was small, she was also mighty, and could stand head to head with the best of them. She was skilled in that she used her height and youth to her advantage, and fought like there was no tomorrow, and sometimes just a bit dirty.

You had to fight dirty in war.

Zaveriel gripped the door handle tightly and closed his eyes, if his young friend was ready for this, then he had to be too.

He threw open the door.

The only thing on his mind was getting to his friend strapped to the table. From beside him, fearlessness a strong shield against those who meant to frighten you, Akeela jumped forward, darting for the table keeping the other angel prisoner. She cut through them with a well trained ease, it was saddening really, that a fledgling knew how to cut people down before they knew how to fly.

What was the price of war.

Everything they were now was revolved around the war that had ruled over half their lifetime. Theo shouted for more of his guards to stop them, but Akeela ducked, tripping one up in a maneuver Zaveriel hadn't seen since he himself was a fledgling playing in the garden outside of Father's Throne Room, where all the fledgling stayed to grow.

Until it was destroyed.

He watched her for a moment, she was really a sight to behold, and he knew why the Power's joked about her being one of them despite how young she was for it to be officially official.

The moment was quickly concluded when he jumped in to parlay the swipe that was aimed for her. She ducked under their leg and slashed their tendon with the smooth blade of her dagger and the other angel fell over with an anguished cry.

"Are you okay?"

"I wanna kick the big one."

She looked up with a fire burning in her eyes, glaring hard at Theo across the room, he had curled his whip in his hand and glared right back. The young messenger had heard the rumors of a young choir angel being caught, the lashing that had followed, and he couldn't help but stare at his young friend in horror.

"It was you!"

Akeela ignored him, her resolve as hard as stone, as she stared at the Warden Angel across the room. Red blood was dripping down the angels back who had faced the tail end and she huffed in anger. She would remember that face anywhere. Remember that mean smile. Remember those dark eyes.

She would remember him anywhere and everywhere she went.

"I want the whip." Was the only warning he got before she darted forward, she slashed her way through the remaining guards, leaving him to be torn from his thoughts and follow. She was tiny but she was mighty and he was honored to have her fighting by his side for this.