“Alright” nodded Gabriel and Kestra as they lifted into the sky with barely a flap of their wings.

Once they were out of their holy super-powered ear shot Nim’r yelled, “Gid! Stop messing with the mortals!”

“Wuh?” Gideon looked up from pummeling an old homeless man, his eyes glazed with alcoholic stupor.

“I said stop messing with the mortals.”

“Uhyeah? How bout you?” Gideon charged at Nim’r and swung a punch at his face.

Nim’r sighed and caught Gideon’s hand in mid-flight, pushing it back into Gideon’s wrist. “Sober up, Gid, we’ve got to straighten things out. That’s why we’re here.” Nim’r slapped Gideon’s face with his other hand.

“Foo…” Gideon shook his head, shaking off the alcohol. “Thanks, I don’t know why I thought that would solve the problem.”

“Yeah, now we’ll have even more paperwork when we get done!”