Messengers
- G Look at that stuff. I've always said that the exact sciences are not your forte!
Michael, with his arms crossed, grinning, moving his eyes from one bubble to another: one that contained the Sword of Light, which seemed to glow continuously on the verge of dying out, but always returned to shine, to diaphanous light; that in which Gabriel was imprisoned, apparently unconscious. At the first words of man dressed in black, however, the Angel looked up, and looked at him sideways, squinting through the haze of the bubble.
- Michael ..!?
- Dolce wake up, little brother. What are you doing in there? - Gabriel did not move, and said,-How come your Spada is there? "- Asked, pointing to the second level.
- The Leviathan ... - Gabe murmured that she felt drained of all energy, and also answer requires an enormous effort.
- He made a mess in city, ... you should see that! But you did not answer my question. Why not have the sword you?
- Him .. I tore off the e. ..
Michael went to the bubble that contained the divine weapon, and touched the translucent surface - "Ripped off", what nonsense! He might as well say that you had ripped my heart out. This - he said, pointing to the golden Lama - is part of you, Gabe. Have you forgotten? It is not your . E ' you . As the your heart, just ... but would love to philosophize a bit '. How is Gracelyn?
Archangel stared at him for a few moments, while a trail of thoughts crossed his mind. Memories, insights, and similar concepts seem forgotten, but instead deeply rooted in the folds of his ego. Finally understood. He closed his eyes and concentrated. The Sword in the energy bubble, began to shine ever more powerful, a light that is refracted on the curved walls, and returned inside the blade, then with a burst of blinding light, the weapon was gone, and materialized almost instantly in the right hand of Gabriel.
- In the early! - Michael chuckled - Elementary Physics, little brother. Now out of that infernal ball of mucus!
Gabriel smiled, and with a quick shot Lama, the cleft surface of the sphere, which seemed to explode, or disappear in a flash yellow, leaving him free to rest your feet on the ground again. He stretched, opened his palm and the sword returned to flow into his being, with a shower of golden sparks.
- And now? - Churches.
- You have a mission, no? In fact, two. Free your Ondina, and together split the ass to those two little monsters come from Hell.
- Yes, but ... I have no powers against the Leviathan ... Gracelyn and also ... the Kraken appears to inhibit his telepathic abilities, we ...
Michael lifted the index, and frowned. His blue eyes sparkled - basic properties of addition: the sum does not change if you change ...
- ... the factors in order! - Gabe said with a smile - how did I not think about it!
Michael clapped him on the shoulder - you're the one good at History, no? Though I have always fared better in the sciences at school.
Gabe looked at him sideways - Yeah, but it was me who was going through class assignments, if I remember correctly.
- I'm lazy, you know. Who knows, perhaps this is why you always choose the head for fun missions. Come on now, the flight to Australia is long.
Michael smiled again, then unfolded the great white wings. Gabriel was concentrated, and a diaphanous glow began to shine on his shoulders. The two brothers stood up in the air full of dust, which finally began to settle.
C Huck stared at the point where it had to be Sidney, there, beyond the horizon. In the middle of it was difficult to have precise references, without instruments, but his mental faculties postponed the echo of screams, cries, shaking, all concentrated at that point. She tried not to think emotionally, to draw up only the data, not crazy. He had lost touch with Grace for a couple of hours now, and despaired her friend was still alive. He did not know what to do, whether to direct the boat towards the coast, try to contact Deveraux, wait there, hoping something to happen. The question that changes every time he rose to his lips, was kept back by force in the depths of the brain.
- The're looking for with this ... - A voice behind him. Chuck turned and stared at the tall and elegant, beyond the edge of the boat, which remained standing in the ocean, as if suspended above the water surface. The man, age unknown, but no longer young, he beat the finger at his temple - You should try these - he concluded, placing his hand over his heart.
Chuck asked no questions. Since I knew the Ondina was accustomed to strange events, and even more strange apparitions. He felt only that the man he could trust.
The tall and powerful came, walking on water, then rose slowly, and with an unnatural light, perched on the deck of the boat, in front of him. The laid her hand on his chest and said
- She is alive, and he needs all the help possible. Call it. Svegliala.
- Yes, but ... then? What can I do next? She's over there, three thousand feet below the ocean. I ...
- At this - the man interrupted him - he already thought of anyone else. Call, Chuck, svegliala. The rest will provide the reinforcements, which are already arriving.
Raphael raised his head, looking east to a point in the sky where the clouds began to thin, and the sunlight filtering through, refracted in a thousand bright rays, and smiled.
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