WARRIOR'S WRATH

What if Furiad elected not just to stab Michael but had other plans as well and a different motivation. For this story I'm going to use three Powers , angels of the same level as Furiad just to make it more interesting. Three powers vs One Archangel vs some eight balls.

I'm not really sure where they're taking this particular storyline so here's my take on that fight and it's implications. Obviously I'm also taking a different spin on Michael's abilities. Non slash . Plan for this is about 3 to 5 chapters. Rating is for language, violence and descriptions of injuries. More warrior Michael. Enjoy!

"You're still here" ,Michael said. "A lot of babies were born that day , Alex said casually while dribbling the basketball. "You just randomly picked me" he said handling the ball while studying Michael. " You weren't like the others born that day " Michael answered . " "Yes I was , flesh and bone . What aren't you telling me?" He countered .

Then it started...

They were being attacked. After that gut wrenching emotional roller coaster of a talk with Michael , where the ever cool and calculating divine being actually cried. That really hit him in the gut more than an eight balls's punch. Now an actual gut wrenching attack from monsters who could actually rip apart said guts . I totally love my life! he thought sarcastically. Four eight balls and Furiad REALLY REALLY bad news.

Michael made short work of the three "eights" while trying to deflect Furiad's attack. Alex was busy trying not to get his face eaten by an eight ball , he had fallen to the ground as the vicious thing grabbed his legs , He managed to punch and kick it hard , grab his gun and give it everything he got finally, it fell.

Alex saw both angels' swords flashing and crashing against each other, the sound of angel-steel savagely singing in the air. Michael was fighting furiously.

That bastard seemed as strong as him and this was way above his pay grade he thought, but fuck that he wasn't just going to stand around and look pretty. As Alex ran towards them weapons out he noticed the sky darken he looked up to see two more of those red armored bastards coming down.

" Son of a bitch , Michael , MICHAEL " He yelled.

Michael had already seen them. He glared at Furiad. He knew what Furiad was after, seeing these Powers descend confirmed what he already knew. Things began to happen really fast when angels of this level were involved. One of the powers circles Alex , he barely had time to fire a shot when the angel comes closer and hits him with his wing , throwing him straight to the side of the house . Alex was knocked out unconscious . Michael had turned towards Alex , the other Power blocked his path and started engaging him .

Furiad attacked him from the side. Michael saw the third Power move towards Alex . Suddenly , Michael winced as he felt the impact of an angel blade in his gut, Furiad brutally twisted it and broke the sword leaving a third of it in his belly. Michael fell, looking down on his stomach, anger in his face. One of the Powers now had Alex . Michael attempted to stand . He never felt so weak in his life.

Michael saw one of the Powers dragging Alex..unconscious ...helpless. This would simply not do, he coolly thought.

The Powers never knew what hit them. Furiad had turned his attention away from Michael, his ego basking in the pride of Michael' s fall. That was his biggest mistake.

Strong black wings that shimmered blindingly in the sun unfurled powerfully and threw both Furiad and the other Power off their feet clear across the field. Michael picked up his short swords from the ground and launched himself with blistering speed at the Power holding Alex and stabbed him on the side with one sickeningly strong stroke.

Michael caught Alex in one arm before completely gutting that Power with the other. Not wasting any second he threw one short sword at the second Power, the sword imbedded in his right eye right thru the skull and helmet . He put Alex down , before he launched himself at Furiad who was already flying towards him.

Battle lust was raging in him. He knew it was the only thing that was keeping him from feeling the pain. Hours of meditation knowing ancient warrior arts lost to humans should help with the bleeding, he was hoping.

Furiad saw the damage Michael had wrought. He had realized his mistake, thinking that Michael would be limited by his present form. For in front of him was Michael THE ARCHANGEL, God's General who had driven back the armies of hell. Michael in full glory , the massive wing span almost darkening the sky, eyes glinting, swords in hand ,a cold expression in his face he knew that was only intent in one thing, DESTROYING him. Furiad took the most logical course of action. He fled. Furiad flew as fast as his red wings can carry him until he was just a dot in the horizon.

Michael despised these turn of events it was one thing when killing eight balls but to kill higher angels like Furiad saddened him. They had fought together under his command . This war, has become too costly.

He looked at the vanishing figure. If the situation was different he would give chase and finish him off. But there was the annoying matter of his injury and the more worrisome matter which was Alex.

Michael hovered over Alex who was still unconscious, there was a gash across his head that was bleeding and His entire face was badly bruised and swollen. His right arm was angled in a way that confirmed it was broken. A piece of wood was also jutting out of his thigh.

He put a hand over his head and murmured words in the angelic language. He floated towards the jeep and found a bottle of water and a small medical kit . Settling down on the ground next to Alex he removed his coat and tore off the lining. He washed the wounds with water then antiseptic then bandaged his head wound. Looking at Alex's thigh he determined it was safe to remove the wood .Applying tension with his other hand he carefully extracted it then bandaged it Alex gave a soft moan but didn't wake.

The Archangel took off his shirt and took stock of his injuries, there was a slow ooze of blood coming out the edges where the sword entered the skin. He knew far more injuries existed underneath, he sighed. Then he cleaned and bandaged the area to control the bleeding then used long strips of the cloth to hold the bandages and stabilize the piece of the sword. This should buy him some time he thought ruefully.

Right now Michael really hated this body. Well at least he knew wasn't going to die ...yet. Of course this didn't make things less serious. He walked over to the Power he slew and removed his sword from its skull with a sickening crack, then wiped off the blood on an eight ball nearby. Dispatching those angels was the easy part. Now for the hard part he thought as he gently picked up Alex in his arms...they have to survive.

Author's Notes: Yes, I admit to writing Alex like SPN Dean coz they are both headstrong, passionate, moral and have daddy issues up to the wazoo but still freakin' awesome!

I know that there are budget constraints for our beloved TV show Dominion but it would be nice if two angels are fighting they won't "forget" that they can actually fly!

A box of virtual chocolates for the reviewer who can tell me who influenced me in writing Michael's fighting style:-) . Anyway short swords or long knives ? I decided on short swords

A word on angel magic-I know they haven't discussed it yet...yes it exists how else are they keeping those fantastic wings out of the way ...seriously. Yes , angel magic will come up next chapter.

Kindly read and review , all feedbacks are welcome! So next stop our heroes will be on full on survival mode, a little Vega , a dash of Gabriel and of course Furiad !

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