It was a week after her return that the cadet from his barrack came rushing into his office, disrupting his silent reports and the shuffling of paperwork that littered his desks every time he gained himself a new training squad, huffing and puffing as one would be had they run all the way to him with as much speed as they could muster.

His alarm was peaked, "Yes, Jael, what is it that has you in such a hurry?"

"Sir…Fire…Barrack…. Fire."

"There's a fire in the barrack?", he was standing from his desk at the mention of the blaze, moving quickly around to meet him in the doorway, "What happened?"

"She…Fire…. Everything."

He could hardly make out what he was trying to say in his breathless state and gestured for him to lead the way back to the burning in his barrack. To think someone had purposely set a flame to another's things was unthinkable.

Nisroc entered his barrack expecting there to be a large blaze threatening his cadets, but there was no such thing, the only thing covered in the licking flames was a bunk. Across those orange raging licks of flame were the same eyes he had stared into all that time ago when it was his belongings being burned to a char, they met his just as defiantly, that chin raising in the same manner, as she tossed a pair of boots into the hungry flames. They wilted and melted, the leather charring and breaking under the heat, and there was no sight of remorse in those eyes that stared back into his.

Samael was clutching at his hair, watching his belongings burn in the hungry jaws of the raging fire that had been set over his bunk, and he fell to his knees in concealed agony as every last thing of his burned; boots and tunics and belts and the books that Nisroc had let him borrow. Everything was burning at the raging fire set by an enraged former choir angel.

Order had to be retaken, and thus he stepped into the fray, setting a hand on his panicking charges shoulder, his other on the distraught trainees head, first he tilted the head up to look at him, "We will get you knew things."

Samael shook his head frantically, "But your books! Your books—"

"Can be replaced. I am more concerned of my squads safety then of novels." He looked them all over, "Are any of you harmed?" they all shook their heads, still shocked that someone so passive, though with attitude, but passive to violence would cause such pain to one of their own as to destroy his belongings before his very eyes.

"Jael, Laoth, go for Haniel and Abraxos, tell them of the fire and to bring water to extinguish it."

The two cadets nodded at their order and bolted from their barrack, he turned back to the one under his hand, kneeling on the floor watching as his things were soon ruined, "Go for Titus, tell him of what happened, he will go with you to collect new belongings."

Samael rubbed his face with his hands, nodding at the order, and took a moment to compose himself before standing to do as he was told.

Nisroc made contact with those unremorseful eyes and pointed at her, "You, my office, now."

She didn't nod, but complied to his order, shoulder checking the two friends of Samael as she passed them, stalking passed the Captain to meet in the designated meeting place.

He turned to his charge, "Sasha, did you know of this?"

"No, sir, I only left for a moment to get my tunics from the washroom and when I came back it had all gone to ashes." He flinched, "Quite literally."

The Captain nodded, squeezing his shoulder fondly, and turned to make his departure, "All of you are dismissed from the barrack until the mess can be taken care of, do not try and touch the embers, they will burn you."

He trudged silently down the hall, his mind slightly haunted by the look in those bright eyes, the one he had only seen once when she had been a small fledgling of a thing and she had willingly thrown his beloved cloak into the flames that had been struck up during the riot that had taken place around them.

The intent had been to cause harm, and that was the outcome that was so desired, Samael was devasted by the loss of his things.

She was sitting back in one of the chairs in front of his desk, picking at her fingernails, as though what she had done was not wrong, and only slightly withheld the jump when he slammed the door shut behind him.

"What on earth was that?"

"My vengeance."

He was slow as he stepped around his desk to sit across from her, paperwork completely forgotten about, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair in similar fashion to the way she had.

"You know that revenge is not tolerated."

"And him being such a jackass to me won't be either."

"Language", he narrowed his eyes, "It is not up to you to punish those in your squad."

"I didn't seek punishment." Her eyes glowed with the same shimmer of the fire she had set over his bunk "I sought revenge. I wanted to hurt him. And I got what I wanted."

"You did indeed." He rubbed a hand down his face, "Were you anyone else I'd take you straight over my desk."

She threw her belt on his desk, and he looked down at it, surprised by her daring. He had known, of course, they all had, that she would seek comeuppance for the wrong that had been committed to her once she was released from the Infirmary, it was in her nature. She was the truest friend anyone could ask for, but quite the spiteful enemy when she was wronged, and Samael had most certainly wronged her.

"Do it."

"Don't you dare try my patience." He pointed a finger at her over his desk, pointedly ignoring the belt that had been thrown there in challenge, "You are in no position."

"Then I call your bluff." She jet her head up minutely, "Some Captain, can't even handle his own squad. I'd set his things to flame a thousand times just to see his world fall around him." Akeelah was a spiteful person, despite her kindness and forgiving nature, she could be quite the spiteful individual, "Did you see him crying?" there was no remorse to her actions, "I'd take a thousand trips over your desk to witness it again."

"There will be no repeat to this."

"Won't there be?" she smiled at him, "I'm back, baby, and I'm back with a burning passion."

"I mean it, Akeelah, this is the only occurrence."

"You won't stop me."

He slapped a hand to the top of his desk, fingers curling over the belt, "I told you I would never take you over my desk, but this, this behavior is unacceptable, I've let you get passed with many things because of my heart for you, but not this time."

"You wouldn't dare."

"First you challenge me on it." He stands from his desk, stepped around the side, "And now you challenge me against it." He yanked her to her feet with one strong hand and bent her over the front of his large desk, "I will meet your challenge with my own, there is no bluff to call, fifteen in total and you will count them."