Mictain smirked. "Well enough not to want to kill each other," he said. "Which, from me, is quite an achievement.

He wasn't sure how to feel as he saw War picking up her knives. Her hair reminded him of Raphael, while her choice of weapons at the moment was a reminder of Uriel. He was pretty sure he knew how he felt about those two beings, but he didn't want any of those feelings mixed with War.

"Can't say I have," he said in response to War's question. "I've never had to. Nobody has ever questioned my position as the best -- well, nobody after Lucifer, at least. Why so? Would you care to give it a try?”