Akeela had a schedule that she followed rather closely; Mondays were her playing days, Tuesdays she helped Raphael in the Infirmary, Wednesdays she helped Michael train in the Fields, Thursdays were for exploring, Friday's were for helping Gabriel deliver his messages, Saturdays were for practicing with Lucifer and the other choir angels, and Sundays were for rest.
Thus, it being a Wednesday, she stood in front of the warriors, her hands on her hips, "Drop and give me twenty!"
Nisroc snorted next to his Commander, "She's a natural."
The class wasn't sure what to do or if they should follow her order, until the Power stepped forward and set a hand on her little shoulder.
"M'am yes M'am!"
Titus and Haniel dropped into position at the front of the class and the younger angels soon followed suit. The two Power's grinned at her order and Michael shook his head as he turned to survey the younger classes.
He often wondered his Power's were more loyal to, him, or his dear little fledgling.
A natural, indeed.