Rin questioned internally which diety he had managed to anger when he remembered Raphael's natural hatred of him. He was at least thrilled he wasn't the only one suffering.

Angel's pulsing vien in his forehead and his teeth grinding together as Shura casually held her blade to Rin's neck. Her lips were by his ear and he could practically feel her grin.

"There's my favorite little swordsman," she spoke sweetly.

"Drop your blade woman."

"Aw, what's the matter baldy?" She pulled Rin closer, smiling all the way when Rin saw Raphael appear once more. The angel landed gently on the ground with an aloof expression on his face. He held his expression as well as he could when he saw Metatron glide over to the angel who looked similar to Rin. "Don't cha' know sharin' is carin'?"

"Rude to say that about children. He's a child."

"Don't get your panties in a twist," she laughed removing her blade from Rin's neck, in favor of wrapping her arm around it. Her blade was controlled in her nimble fingers making a playful but dangerous display of skill. Rin couldn't help but be impressed. "You couldn't teach him half the things I know."

"Rin will not be sullied by your sinful ways-!"

"So what can you do?" Rin looked up at her with wide and as innocent as he could make them grin grew darker, more wicked as she responded, "Yah wanta see?"

"Heavens have mercy no!"

"Absolutely. I would love to learn."

Metatron snorted at his choice of words. Raphael held his steady gaze, unperturbed by the events occuring below.

"Kid's got a good head on his shoulders," Shura told Angel.

"And I'd like to keep it that way," Angel practically growled. Rin took in the tension from Angel and the apparent strength from Shura who kept Angel on his toes.

"How about a sparring match?" he blurted out. The two looked at him, their looks softening to face the young kidnapped blessed demonic child in the Vatican's care.

"You both seem say you're good swordsmen, but I can't really compare when I've never seen you go all out," he pointed at Angel with the comment, "And I've never seen you fight or train at all," he added pointing at Shura.

"I have no issue beating this hellion woman and putting her in her place."

"Bold of you to assume you're going to win," Shura joked as she let Rin slip out of her grasp, "Go sit on the sidelines kid. Put your guardian angel at ease for a bit and let a real swordswoman show you how it's done."

Rin made it to the side of the room, actively trying not to look at Metatron with her comment of guardian angel. With that, he caught her gaze landing right where Metatron was sitting, right next to Raphael. His eyes darted over quickly to see Metatron's wings bristled and he shot a glare at Raphael. Rin could only assume Raphael had given a veiled threat again. His eyes went back to Shura and locked eyes with Angel as she readied herself.

Angel held Caliburn also ready to strike. Both sized the other up, waiting for an opening to strike. Waiting for the other to grow impatient.

"Are they going to begin-?"

With the word begin, both charged forward at impressive and almost unnatural speeds. Shura remained faster, able to easily dodge Angel's heavier footfall and sword. He did have his benefit of still being able to dodge her blade as it came down, eerily similar to that of a snake bite.

Rin watched with wide eyes as Shura danced around Angel much like the initial thought of a snake. Her movements far mire fluid than what Angel had been teaching him. Yet, they were also wilder than what Michael had taught him as well. Rin could only wonder if this was the style of demonic sword usage. Decisive, like a snake, but wickedly wild like a flame, only to be controlled by the blade wielder in a way only they seemed to understand. Angel seemed to know this as he used Caliburn to push her back a few meters.

"You think such wild birage will take me down?"

"Just getting warmed up. Hey baldy," Shura began. Arthur said nothing as he held steady. A carefree smile came to her face, "I want a divorce!"

Angel's face went slack and Rin stared with confusion.

"Excuse me-!?"

"You heard me! I'll even make it real simple," she said not moving any closer. Her eyes were ablaze with mischief. "You can keep the Vatican and I'll keep Rin."

A rare sense of rage came to Angel's face as he charged forward, his blade glistening, eager to draw Shura's blood for it's master. Shura waited, then at the last moment sidestepped and slashed his cheek.

"I got first blood! That's my win! C'mon Rin, I'm training you today," she laughed as Angel pulled out a handkerchief and placed it on the shallow wound.

"Vile woman."

"In the heat of battle, does it really matter? Don't lose your cool and make the enemy mad. Go stand outside Angel. You lost."

"If you believe I will let you work with Rin unsupervised-"

"Oho~ Does someone not trust his little boy?" Shura mocked. Rin sputtered at the reminder of the unfortunate monkier he had recieved from passing exorcists.

"I am not his son!"

"Nope. I won. Divorce in my favor. You're mine now," she stated simply.

"We were never married. As though I would ever marry such a vulgar and corrupt woman."

"Well, when in Vegas..."

"You swore you would never speak of that again!"

"I swore. But not on the Lord's name baldy."

Rin watched the banter in confused fascination until Shura played hard enough to his honor of all things to get him to was still concerning to know that perhaps at one point this odd duo may have been married.

"I will be outside the doors. Once I reenter, training is over understood?"

"Yeah, yeah whatever."

"I wasn't talking to you hellion," he deadpanned, "Leave the room should you want the training to end sooner Rin. I'd be more than happy to work with you."

"You can actually feel happiness?" Shura mock gasped. Angel glared but left the room, none too thrilled Rin would have a training session with Shura.

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