Mictain grinned at the thought of teaching a half-angel kid to fight. Yes, that should be satisfying -- even without angels around to be shocked. Uriel was good enough of a warrior, so the kid should be more talented than the usual oafs he'd had to train in Heaven. "The kid'd kick anyone's butt in no time," he said, confident that it would indeed happen so. How could it not, with both him and War teaching it?

"Sure," he said, grasping on her hand and shaking it. "We'll find out the truth yet."