What Now?

***What?! Are you scared?!!***

Zelus yelled, not bothered by the hundreds of thousands of Abyssal Walkers before him.

"My Lord, should I deliver his head to you?" Reaper, who was hovering beside Michael asked.

"No, Ruler! Give me the opportunity to have his head." Apate said, both her swords covered in blood.

Michael moved his gaze on his Commanders, and settled it on Zelus.

"*Come on you guys, he's challenging me... So why shouldn't I grant him his wish?*"

The ten commanders looked at one another, and nodded.

Michael leaped off the Dragon's head, and landed calmly on the ground, his overcoat moving with the wind... Behind him, stood his Abyssal Walkers, commanders, and Reaper.

***So you're the legendary Michael... I have heard a lot about you.***

"*Oh? I'm honored.*" Michael smirked.

***Let's get this going... If I defeat you, everyone will know how weak you are.***