The Obrimos smiles, glancing at Tuesday. "He seems comfortable with it, after all." He quickly eyed her and the other girl, Faye as they sticked out tongues at each other. Childish.
Words of who seem to be the one sane ( or at least serious) person in the meeting lures Michael's attention. Of course, all those helping hands wouldn't come without costs. He too would help them in return for their help, eventually.
"Sounds like a lot of trouble to deal with while so few in numbers. Seers, banishers, temporal assaults, portals to strange realms... May God help us."
As Star starts speaking again, Michael turns to face him. "Not really into risking, but... Well, see for yourself. Here goes nothing." Michael gets a cigarette lighter from his jacket's pocket as he takes a half-dozen steps back to make sure no one would get hurt accidentally. He positions his right hand clenched in a fist slightly below the lighter. With a click, the lighter lets out small flames. Working his will, the Archangel slowly opens his right hand, symbolizing the flames above, that would grow bigger and brighter above the original source. "Enough? If not so, behold!" As he finishes the casting, he tries to uncloak his nimbus, but nothing happens. Shit... It would've looked so cool! "Guess a sword of fire IS enough."
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