Mictain was taken aback at the sudden attack. Oh, but that hurt. And what language, too. The angel was truly worse than he was.

Apparently he had managed to hit home, too.

Of course, he had been hit as well. Quite hard, too. He'd be feeling it for a while afterwards -- or he would have, had he not been an expert in closing out pain. He still felt it, but did not notice it. Ah, the benefits of having six millennia of experience from battles.

The attack, he decided as he again closed the door of his room, this time to give himself the chance to recover from the blast of holiness, was only one more thing Raphael would pay for.

One more thing among many others.