The two fighting in the square had captured the attention of all the passersby, they stopped to watch, some to cheer one or the other on in the endeavor, and a few to shake their heads disdainfully at the infighting between ones so young.
A few young squires recognized the one, from the little braids, the pendant that cinched the left shoulder of the robe they wore, the blazing blue eyes that most of them had come to recognize from only one particular fledgling, and they turned in the direction of the Heart Hall in swift haste.
It was that one day a month that all four Archangels gathered together in the Heart Hall to converse with others and themselves, and it was trusted that they would be there this time, as they were every other.
"That is more than enough."
Two large pale hands snagged them up by the backs of their robes, leaving them dangling in the air, the others quickly dispersing at the look given by the elders back to their duties at hand. The two fledglings huffed from the exertion, covered in dirt and scruff, glaring heatedly at the other.
The one who had pulled them apart cleared their throat and they turned to look at them, "What is so wrong that you two are going at it like cats and dogs?" The Choir Master didn't look too pleased at the predicament they had been called in to put an end to and gave his little fledgling a particularly stern glance.
Akeelah crossed her arms as best as she could give her position, "Jacobi said I was goin weak!"
Behind him, Gabriel snorted rather loudly while Michael and Raphael pinched the bridge of their noses, Lucifer had to resist from rolling his eyes at her exclamation.
"And so, you thought to show him otherwise?"
"Dang straight I did! I'm not goin weak!" she smiled victoriously and pointed across to the other fledgling "I showed him really good!"