"Michael!" Raphael shouted. "I told you this isn't your problem, this is mine, don't do this, please don't, I won't let you!"

He dashed between them, facing Michael and pressing his hands against his chest, frightened of Uriel's sword but even more of seeing what he'd come to prevent happen before his eyes.

"Go back Michael. Don't watch this. Put down the sword and fly away. Please."

His emotions teetered on hysteria and the tears he'd held back started to seep out of his eyes.