When they were called out to join in the fray of battle, the Powers didn't often bring their new inductees with them, it was not a place for proving ones self and they were smart enough to know not to run the risk of having someone fail on their end where failure was not a choice to be had.

So, they left them behind, at the Pavilion, to watch over their two young ones. It was a trust that not many were granted, few outsiders got close enough to the two of them to be of any bother them, they were well protected by Heaven's fiercest warriors.

It was no fear of theirs that one of their own would ever mean them wrong, all knew of their protectiveness of their two fledglings (though young Paul would always object to the title—it always stuck no matter his objections), and most, if not all, were not willing to try their luck being on the bad side of the warriors trained at the direct hand of the Archangel himself.

So, when they return after the heat of intense battle, wanting nothing more then to wash and spend the rest of their evening lazing around with two of their youngest family members only to lay witness to the battle being fought within their own home, it comes as a surprise to them all.

It had been Titus who had appointed Galizur for the position, and it was him and Puriel who held their captain back from attacking when they fell upon the sight of such ill will to his two young charges, it was Sasha who noticed them first, gathered in the entrance watching the tirade, and bit into the hand that had been holding him tight enough to bruise his forearm as hard as he could. The inductee yelled in pain, turning from his preparation to strike Paul with intent to cause harm, withdrawing his hand in quick succession, raising it to his mouth as he prepared to strike with the other. The fledgling gave a squeak of terror and bolted from his spot, making it just out of his reach by a mere inch, and his eyes widened in realization when the fledgling ran into someone's waist, clutching as tight as he could.

Realization turned to horror when he travelled over the face pressing against sturdy armor up to the one that took the strength of two others to hold back from running forward at the treatment of his charges. And by one of their own no less.

"He's gonna kill you, dickwad." The other one spoke up from behind him, and he turned to spy him over his shoulder, eyes blown wide still at the sudden appearance of their audience. The youngling, Paul, smirked at him from behind. He'd crossed his arms loosely as he continued his smirking "Are you ready to die?"

It was a sight to see, indeed, the might captain of the Power's being restrained by two of his own, a fledgling hanging onto his waist with his face smooshed against his armor, and the others gripping their weapons tight as they prepared to jump in for their captain. The two fledglings weren't just his, they were theirs, and no one harmed one of their own, especially one appointed with the trust of protecting them while they couldn't do it themselves.

"Paul." Puriel admonished lightly, it was a nasty habit picked up in the war, fledglings saying such things was more common then it should be, "Tell us what happened?"

Nisroc finally managed to yank his arms free from Titus and Haniel's grip, on the word that he would not simply kill the other on mere sight alone and bent to lift his quivering fledgling into his arms. Sasha mewed softly, curling in closer now that he had a better position to do so, and just like that, all the progress they had made with the skittish fledgling was out the window.

"Where is Hasmal?"

The mighty fire breathing Power would not have simply left them, he was one of their own, though he spent most of his time guarding the Throne. Before they had left, Nisroc had gone to him, he did not know Galizur enough to trust him to be alone with his beloved two fledglings and had asked him to return if only to guard them in his absence, he would never abandon his post, thus his current absence was worrying.

Paul nodded at Puriel, skirting around Galizur's side to meet at his, fingers curling around the strap that connected the front of his armor to the back, and the archer set his hand on the fledglings head.

"We were playing around, me and Sasha, Hasmal was playing with us too, and Sasha accidentally knocked over a jar of paints on Galizur. It was an accident. I swear. I saw it with my own eyes. And the next thing we know, he's railing into him, yelling and carrying on, and then he tried to smack him and I jumped into it."

"That does not tell us where Hasmal is though."

"Well, he tried to stop him, but Galizur punched him in the face. And Hasmal was still weak from being released by Aunt after Her and Father got back together so when he got punched, he fell and hit his head on the table and then he didn't get back up again."

"That brat spilled it on me on purpose!"

Nisroc's voice was tight when he finally spoke, the only sign of his anger being barely restrained due to the fledgling he held in his arms, the last thing they needed was for him to think that anger was directed at him "First, he is not a brat, he is mine." His eyes blazed with a fire unknown when he finally looked up at Galizur, "Second, Sasha may have moments of clumsiness, all fledglings do, but he would never cause harm on purpose." The captain turned sharply, gesturing with a sharp jerk of his chin, "Get him out of my sight before I make true on my charge's words."

Abraxos and Cerviel broke from their positions at his shoulders to do as ordered, dragging their inductee out of the room, their captain was not one to use empty threats. Matters of harming a fledgling and one of The Returned went directly to the Archangel, and it was there that he was dragged, Michael did not take kindly to it in the slightest and his punishments were harsh and swift for such actions. The Archangel sent one of them for a healer to see to Hasmal, while he himself went to talk to Father on the matter, harming a fledgling was under their jurisdiction as Flock Master, but The Returned fell under His.

The captain nodded at the others and they dispersed, Puriel taking Paul with him to wash up, as he had blue paint dripping down his hair and shoulders, but he took the fledgling with him personally. Sashael would refuse to let go for anyone else at this point anyway.

It was a struggle to strip out of his armor and under tunic and trousers holding a fledgling in his arms, but he managed, refusing to set him down just as much as the fledgling would refuse to be too, walking them both down the washroom where Abraxos and Cerviel still remained as they returned last of them all due to the matters the Archangel requested of them.

He held the fledgling under the warm water raining down from the stalactites above, a feature created at the hand of their archangel upon creating the Pavilion, brushing the wet curls away from his eyes, "Are you alright, little one?"

Sasha nodded, letting go when Nisroc lifted him to sit on a stone ledge jetting out from the cave wall, and he lifted his arm with care to look the bruise over, and leaned over to press his lips to it.

"It will heal in a few days."

The fledgling nodded, sitting under the warm water on the ledge, letting the Power return to washing away the grime and such from the battle that had been waged for his absence, knowing that when he was done he would be taken back up again.

Nisroc wrapped a towel around his waist, unfolding one for his fledgling, lifted him back into his arms once he was wrapped warmly with in the soft fluffy cloth.

"Are you okay to join us in the common area?" he looked down to the fledgling cuddling into him "If not we can go back to my rooms instead."

Sasha nodded against his shoulder, he still wanted to play with the others, and the thought that their progress on the matter of showing him that not all were there to cause him harm had not been broken completely, sure, it was torn just a bit, but they would manage to fix it in quick manner.