Song listened to: 'Youre such a' by Hailee Steinfeld

Akeelah was not a spiteful young fledgling, when she was angry at you, she ensured you knew it, but did not spite just to spite. There was always a reason for her anger, and she ensured that others knew this reason, and that perhaps, they respected her for.

Though sometimes it also got her into trouble.

Despite Nisroc having nipped the blackmailing in the butt immediately upon learning of it, the fledgling among them hadn't been so forgiving, and Donavon was still just as hot. Despite her secret being known by the Power Captain now, a secret that was not so bad to have been shared, far lighter then what he had feared it was, the boy seemed to think that young Akeelah owed him something.

Michael was discussing the newest recruits, any that had stuck out for advancement, with his Captain when the little voice called out over the warriors clashing together in mock engagements.

"You're such a damn ASS!"

Warriors whipped around at the voice, the language, and the two of them turned in the same direction at once. The others had converged on the arising altercation, and they broke through the gathered crowd to see Puriel standing between the three of them.

Little Akeelah was sitting in the dirt, her face was darkened in anger, clearly the one who had cursed so loudly for all to hear.

Before her stood young Paul, standing in a resting position, ready to fit off the offender to protect his friend, despite her claims that she could do it herself, glaring as if to dare the other to push her again.

And on the other side, sitting in a heap on the ground, was young Donavon. He was pressing both hands to his nose, red blood leaking through his fingers, and tears were gathering in his eyes.

"What is going on here?"

Michael cut through the crowd with ease, making to stand behind the youngling clutching his nose on the ground, and easily lifted him to his feet. Nisroc closed in behind the other two, effectively keeping them from making a break for it, should they try, but both knew they were too prideful to do so.

Akeelah glared from Paul's right, wiggling her nose at the other boy, "He called me a bad name."

"So, I punched him."

The two elders turned in surprise to the youngling standing in defense of his friend, Nisroc turned him slightly with a gentle grip to his shoulder "You punched him?"

"And I'd do it again!" he glared over his shoulder at Donavon, "It was a really nasty name."

Michael looked between the three of them, knowing of their history together, there was little that went on among the warriors, older and younger, that he didn't know about. He heaved a sigh and gave the two friends a particular look that meant it was exasperated with them "You two will wait in my office while I ensure this young one gets his nose mended." They nodded silently, glaring at the other youngster as they walked passed, and Michael stopped the fledgling with a hand grasping her little arm lightly, and he knelt "And if I ever hear you use such language again, I will ensure we wash it from your mouth. Am I clear on that matter?"

She winced, as though she knew the taste, and sometimes with just how smart her mouth could be, he was sure she did. But she nodded, taking Paul's hand at her side, and they scurried off, not looking back as he handed Donavon off to Puriel to be taken to the healers, both Commander and Captain watching the two friends disappear into the hall that lead to the Pavilion and the Archangel's office.

"I don't know what's more surprising, sir," Nisroc turned to him when they were out of sight, "The fact that my boy punched him or that she let him do it for her."