Michael had to admit, and he hated to admit, Pierce was pretty strong. But, he wasn't stronger than the best fighter in Heaven, unfortunately. No, archangel Michael was stronger than even his oldest brother - And if his oldest brother could destroy Pierce in a fight, well, he didn't stand a chance against good old Mikey, huh? The archangel sighed, snapping the man's neck for about the fifth time and letting him fall to the ground, stepping back and shoving his hands in his pockets. His wings were ruffled and bloody - But most of the blood was Pierce's, to be fair - And yet, somehow, his white suit was left completely unharmed.

They'd been fighting for hours. It was already afternoon.

He blew his blonde hair out of his amber eyes, which were literally blazing with fire, and looked down, eyes narrowing coldly as he waited for Pierce to get back up. And, only a few minutes later, he did, gasping. Michael braced himself to continue fighting, but to his surprise, the man stepped back and held his hands up in surrender.

"Giving in, are you?" Michael laughed breathlessly, eyes widening slightly almost in disbelief as he watched Pierce back away. The man's blue eyes were sparkling with nothing but pure rage, but he was holding himself back. "Come on, you pussy, you started the fight."

"If we keep fighting, it'll never end," Pierce snapped, squeezing his eyes shut and taking in another sharp, forced gasp of air and shaking his head. "We can't continue now. We have to go back to the precinct."

"And tell them, what, exactly?" Michael checked, looking Pierce over. Unfortunately for the man, his clothes weren't as spotless as Michael's - Ripped, and bloody, and torn. Like the rest of him. Pierce glared at him for a moment, looking down and narrowing his eyes slightly.

"That we were attacked."

"That's believable," Michael responded sarcastically. After a moment of consideration, the archangel sighed and walked forward, reaching out and pressing two fingers to Pierce's head. The moment he did, the wounds and blood were gone, as if the fight had never happened in the first place. Smirking, Michael folded his wings back and lifted his chin. "You're welcome."

"Fuck you," Pierce said simply, turning and walking back to the car. Michael laughed a bit at the anger radiating off of him.

"You offering?" He asked sweetly, following after him and getting in the passenger seat somewhat reluctantly. Pierce just huffed out a sigh and got in the driver's side, turning the car on and backing out of the alley, glancing behind him on occasion to make sure he didn't back into another car.

"You're more insufferable than Lucifer."

"Ouch," Michael mumbled, frowning faintly now as he glanced out the window. "Trust me, Sammy's a Hell of a lot worse."

"That's what you'd like to believe, isn't it?" Pierce responded blankly, though he seemed satisfied at the effect his words had had on Michael. The archangel snorted, then just kept silent, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction by answering than he already had, because the idiot didn't deserve it. "You've gotta realize, man, you're no better than him."

Michael blinked, immediately turning his glare to Pierce. To Hell with not responding - If Pierce genuinely believed that, he was setting it straight right then and there. "I am better than him, and I always have been," he snapped, eyes beginning to flame up again. "Me and Samael are nothing alike."

"No." Pierce shook his head, keeping his gaze on the road. "The only difference between the two of you is that, somehow, you're way more narcissistic." Michael stared at him in complete disbelief for a moment, fury flickering through his amber eyes. After a moment, the archangel shook his head and looked away, hands curling into fists.

"Are we going back to the precinct."

"No. We're checking out the lead that I got. It's only afternoon, we still have time," Pierce grunted, satisfaction lacing his words as he gazed ahead.

"Great," Michael hummed, picking up the file he'd dropped at his feet and flipping it open. "So, what exactly is this lead of yours?"

Pierce sighed, going silent for a moment before shaking his head and responding. "The first person at the scene of the crime was one of Alexander's friends, Jackson Steve."

"His last name is a first name," Michael muttered, sticking his tongue out slightly and shaking his head. "I hate that."

Pierce gave him a look. "Just like Lucifer…"

Michael gritted his teeth, then simply slammed the file into Pierce's chest, snickering a little when the car swerved as the man snatched the file and threw it right back at him. "Shut up and drive, dick."

Pierce scoffed, narrowing his eyes and focusing on the road again. "Anyway, as I was saying, Jackson apparently fled the scene as soon as the authorities showed up, and nobody's heard from him since. But I did some digging, and apparently he's part of some secret gang."

"If it's secret, how do you know it exists?"

Pierce, once more, shot him a look, annoyance sparkling through his amber eyes. "I've managed to get their hideout location."

"Wooonderful," Michael hummed, turning his head to stare out the window. "Kids running around, starting gangs… Yeesh, Dad, I think it's time to send another flooooood," he hummed, chuckling a little to himself.

Pierce snorted at that. "Agreed…"