Song listened to: 'Confident' by Demi Lovato.
Finding oneself separated from the protection of their team is never something anyone wants to experience, it's better to fight at someone's side then alone, to know that someone trusted has your back as you fight your way forward.
But she had not survived everything she's lived through by being helpless in tough situations, especially with odds against her favor, and she adjusted the grip on her daggers as she lowered herself in the fighting position that the Caption and Commander often fell into during battle, something that had been observed for nearly a thousand years without capture.
They thought she was an easy target, intending to separate the weak link from the others in order to bring it down to their will, to their might. But she was far from weak, and too stubborn to be easily defeated, having been watching the trainings of the Prince and his Power's for near close to a decade at least.
With a clear head, focus on the task at hand, goal to get back to her elders in one piece, she jumped forward.
The celestial silver sunk deep into the calf of a large vampire, and he howled in pain as he tumbled over, silenced only by the point of a blade being driven into his skull. The others stood watching in surprise at the sudden attack from one so young before jumping in the fray.
It had been a simple hunting mission, which was why she was allowed to tag along, with the companionship of Michael and Nisroc, to aid the Winchesters and her least favorite angel in taking care of a large vampires nest in the middle of a small town somewhere in Missouri.
Akeelah knelt, one hand on the ground, staring up at the remaining enemy with harsh eyes, big brother always told her not to use her grace so much lest she use too much and burn out her core, but her eyes still began to slow with the power of creation, and then she jumped forward.
They screamed in agony as she reached for their faces, jumping from back to back, shoulders to shoulders like a little monkey swinging between branches. The fledgling used her height to her advantage, slicing through tendons to bring them crashing to the ground paralyzed, and drove the blade into the last skull when the double doors were thrown open.
Both angels looked ready to jump into the fray, stalling at the bodies lining the floor, and the fledgling sitting amidst them silently, fingers curled loosely around the daggers she was permitted to use when being supervised by an Archangel or Power. The hunters looked around the room in shock, perhaps at the amount of bodies that littered the floor, or at the glowing eyes of the young angel sitting among them. Their angel friend stood behind them, wisely keeping his distance, as the remnants of burning grace melted out in the air around them.
Michael recovered first, holding a handout for the little fledgling, "Come, little star, we return home now."