Training progressed slowly, as it ever did, and there became a few individuals that began to stand out among the squads. Female recruits were rare, though not frowned upon in their ranks, and it was becoming ever apparent that the fledgling who had used to watch them training all that time ago was a true talented youngling. It was no secret that she took secret trainings from the other female warriors, training she took with all the seriousness that one could manage, and they loved having her as their student.

Her partner stayed with her in her training, never missing a beat, and became the same as the Principality and Power when it came to fighting back to back. There was more then one Power who stopped to watch them trapeze together in a dance that only they knew, and no other was privy to. Akeelah was small, agile, and used her stature to her ability, much as the Principality did when it came to battle, Sasha had a strength he kept well hidden, and they danced together in the way that practiced warriors learned even later in years. Their training even captured the eye of the Commander, who could be spotted standing at the side lines at his Captain's side, there was many flaws to be worked on, vulnerabilities that they had to work out, but even then, they seemed to cover where the other was weakest.

Michael surveyed them, two on two combat training, hand to hand, and hummed next to his Captain, "They are coming along greatly."

"Indeed, despite their rough beginnings and the trials we came to surpass, they are well blended."

The young lady darted forward, bent at the knee, and sliced a clean cut to one of the opposing angel's calves, prompting him to remind "Disarm only." He gave a small smile at the huff she gave at the command, but he nodded when she continued as she was told.

"He seems to favor the short sword."

"It suits him best, sir, they are both just over the height requirement."

The archangel snorted and turned to share a look with the comrade at his side, "So you are saying they're both short."

"More so, height impaired?"

"Short, just say it Nisroc, they're both short."

Someone kicked him roughly in the shin and he yelped, reacting in turn, and the small lady darted away when he made to snatch her up for her impudence.

"It seems calling them that word that I will not speak is a touchy subject."

He hummed in acknowledgement, "And what of young Samael?"

Nisroc turned to peer over his shoulder where he knew the one in question to be sparing his own opponent, "His attitude had changed drastically. I fear he may have felt the sting longer than anticipated."

"But his behavior has come to change from it." Michael turned to look at him "I don't think I've ever seen you that angry before."

"He put one of my cadets in the Infirmary for what could have been a fatal excursion. I was indeed furious and with good reason."

The archangel snorted, "Obviously, tell me, who was his guardian?"

"Theo."

That stopped him in his tracks, giving him a look of horror, "Why on earth was he granted a charge to raise?" he shook his head, "How was the consequence taken?"

"Well, all things considered, I am not cruel in my methods, sir."

"I am not saying I disapprove, I am merely inquiring, do not forgot that all squads fall under my ultimate command." Michael turned to watch the one their conversation had come to circulate around, "And I would not have kept him around long had his behavior not changed."

"He seems to truly mind how he acts now."

"He knows that you are not bluffing when you say you will ensure it changes by firmer hand."

"That too."

They turned to move on to the next cadets, "Any you see for passing to the next class?"

"A few sirs, I shall leave my report on your desk at the end of the day."

"Very good."