Michael regarded Bedivere's announcement and shook his head in frustration. He couldn't believe that they would disobey so quickly, even after the consequences of further belligerent action were so explicitly explained to them. Barachiel he understood, to an extent. Hadrael was as a father to him. But even so he should have known better; he should have known Michael would not allow Hadrael to suffer at Mephistopheles's hands for long. Going out half-cocked without a plan would only make things worse.
Caradoc was another story; the fool was so engrossed in his notions of blind idiotic heroism that he was ready to leap into foolhardy missions at the drop of a hat. There was absolutely no way for this to end well; the chances of them somehow stumbling upon Mephistopheles's hidden location when all the angels in Heaven were blind to it were infinitesimally low. And then what? Fight their way past the Cambion, Mephistopheles's empowered soldiers, and the Horsemen to reach Hadrael? He honestly believed Guinier and Azur were more sensible than that. Apparently he was wrong.
"There's nothing we can do now," Michael muttered, though his voice shook with agitation. He looked to the rising sun. "Dawn is here. We should convene with the remaining Peacemakers and the archangels and see what they've discovered." The sun's light warmed his face, and for a moment he felt strength in the returning day. But the massing storm clouds on the horizon quickly extinguished that sense of hope and replaced it with a dark foreboding.
Something in the distance broke through the calm of the pre-storm morning; a vicious clamor of noise: breaking glass and splintered wood. And that could only mean one thing.
"Samael," Michael growled with a roll of his eyes.
Samael laughed, still amused to no end by Khep's skepticism. "Yeah, ask the fallen angel if he's seen God. Believe what you want, Kheppy. I guess we'll both see what's up once this whole thing's over." He kept his smirk up as Khep voiced his disagreements with the pantheons as well. "Yeah, they're insanely long-lived and control the foundational elements of reality. How else would you describe a god?"
He didn't get to hear Khep's answer; the bug Digimon strode up to the nearest Greymon--one of Tyr's friends--and slugged him across the jaw. Samael whooped from his seat until the WarGreymon overshot Khep and slammed into him instead.
"Get off me, ya overgrown scale-monger," Samael snapped. Grabbing Sigurd by his face and pushing it into the ground. He saw Ulik nearby. "You want some too? Fine!" He leaped at Ulik, grabbed the dragon-man by his horns, and hurled him through the tavern window. Sigurd charged him, but Samael lashed out with a high kick and caught the WarGreymon under the chin. Sigurd staggered back and Samael drilled him in the stomach. The air fled Sigurd's lungs, and Samael picked him up, held him high over his head, and heaved him through the broken window and onto Ulik in the middle of the street.
"Not again," the Guardromon bartender groaned. "It's just like in Avalon! Those Greymon break everything! They're gonna destroy the one bar in the whole city!"
"WHAT?!" Samael shouted. "The only bar? Idiot Greymon!"
Sigurd and Ulik leaped back in through the broken window, taking half of the adjoining wall down in the process. They readied their fists (their Dramon Destroyer claws had been removed and lying somewhere on the floor) and stared towards Samael, intent on paying him back.
"Stop right there," Samael snarled. "If you bust up this bar I will straight-up kill you. I swear to God I ain't playin' around. Take another step, I dare you. I will kill you where you stand."
"There will be no killing," a mighty voice declared sternly. Samael turned as Michael and Bedivere strode forward. "This is what you do with your time?"
"I'm a creature of habit," Samael shrugged. "Booze and bar brawls. B'sides, it wasn't my fault this time. Kheppy and I were having a nice conversation about the nature of God and whatnot when these jerk-holes started throwing 'bows left and right."
"I'm sure," Michael said, rolling his eyes. "We're gathering the Peacemakers; meeting with the archangels to see what our next actions should be. I suggest you attend." As he spoke, the droplets of rain began to fall. Lightly at first, little more than a mist, but then harder and faster; pouring rain.
"Freakin' wonderful," Samael growled. He turned to Ulik and Sigurd. "And you a**-hats broke the freakin' wall! Now we're all gonna get wet."
"Hey look! The sun's out," Sigurd said.
"Then why's it still raining, stupid?" Samael snapped, shaking the water off his clothes.
"It's bright and sunny," Sigurd snapped back. He pointed to his shadow and the surrounding area.
"That's not the sun," Ulik whispered. His eyes shot skyward and widened in fear. "That's--MOVE!!!"
Something hurtled from the sky like a meteor, burning with fire and fury, blistering the skin of the gathered Digimon far below. The second sun slammed into the ground and exploded, swathing the area in molten fire and liquid flame. In the midst of the inferno, the Marsmon roared.
"Who the hell is that!?" Samael snarled, hauling himself to his feet and throwing off pieces of splintered wood. "Wait. Don't tell me. War? Great." He shot forward. "Svarog, ol' buddy. I've always wanted to kick your as-"
War blurred forward and drilled his fist into Samael's stomach. The blow was accented with an explosion of fire and Samael as hurled through the air.
"Damn," Samael wheezed. "He's way faster that Svarog. Don't matter. I'll-" He was cut off mid-sentence once more as War slammed into him and smashed him to the ground.
"If anyone's kickin' Samael's a** it's us!" Sigurd shouted, leading Ulik in a charge towards the Horseman. "And I'll be damned if we let you-"
But something dark and vicious shot forward, smashing between them and knocking them from the air. A hulking BlackWarGreymon, standing head-and-shoulders taller than either Ulik or Sigurd emerged from his Black Tornado. Gaul didn't speak, he simply turned towards Michael and Bedivere and let out a crushing roar before charging them.
Michael moved to intercept him; he knew the damage Gaul's weaponry could do to a dramon Digimon like Bedivere. But he was blindsided by a flash of fire and explosion of power as War drove his fist into his chest. Through the blistering pain and agony of the blow, Michael felt a grim satisfaction; Loki was right about not reacting.
Gaul continued on his flight and slashed his claws across Bedivere's chest. The razor-edged weapons cut deep, shredding through armor and cutting through flesh. The blow knocked the dragon-knight back and brought him to his knees. The huge BlackWarGreymon stood over him and readied his claws once more.
"Lord Mephistopheles sends his regards."
Samael leaped forward and drilled his fist into War's face. He knocked the Horseman from Michael, though the massive Digimon didn't seem too concerned. Samael scowed and turned to the archangel.
"Find the others," he urged. "We'll hold 'em here for now." Michael looked like he was about to object, but Samael shot him a burning, three-eyed glare. "Go!"
Michael turned and shot through the sky. He battled through the vicious rain and wind of the storm and raced to Anatolia proper, hoping to find the rest of the Peacemakers gathered together in one space. He didn't get far. Something powerful blocked his path.
"Hello, Archangel Michael," Conquest acknowledged with a nod. "I was hoping we would meet." Lightning split the sky, and split Michael as well. He let out a shrieking cry of agony as darkness crept at the edges of his vision and he plummeted to the ground.
Samael looked from War to Gaul. He glanced around the ruins of the tavern, realizing sickly that the only bar was once again destroyed. He found Khep rising from the rubble. He sighed; at least he wasn't alone.
"You take Big Red, I'll go save Beddy-boy," Samael said. He turned and dashed towards Gaul. He grabbed the dragon's two side-horns from behind. He wrenched back, pulling the huge dragon off his feet and slamming him into the ground. "One day someone is gonna have to explain to me what those little horns are good for."
"Black Tornado!" Gaul snarled from his spot on the ground. He whirled to life, and Samael was hurled through the air by the forceful burst of motion.
"I hate that move," he growled, pushing back to his feet. "And I'm gonna kill you for that."