Michael could sense the change in his brothers the second it happened. He looked down at the horse he rode and gave it a couple comforting strokes, his gaze going to the surroundings ahead of them. Something was wrong here. He could tell. Watching Lucifer climb from his steed the other archangel thought to follow him. “Lucifer wait.” He said quietly. Of course he wouldn’t listen. Just like his brother to do so.
It seemed like all at once the croats seemed to descend on his brother. Michael was about to spring into action to aid him. But that wasn’t needed, Lucifer tore through the beasts like they were paper. It was actually fascinating. Instead, his eyes followed the straggling croats coming for the family of angels. He looked to Lucifer and nodded. He knew what was needed from him. He climbed from his horse quickly, walking toward the croats head on.
His blade slid from his sleeve with efficiency, he swung up and sliced, the head of one falling to the ground, and then swinging up and stabbing another in the chest. The two bodies fell to the ground while the archangel swung a punch to another, only to stun it for a second to slice it in the chest. He looked at his brother with a smirk. “You’re getting slow brother!” It was the first joke he had thrown Lucifer’s way since well…Since Lucifer was cast out. “Someday I might not be here to pick up your mess.”
Gadreel hadn’t fallen too far yet, his Grace was still glowing bright inside of him as he’d only been using it scarcely and only in the most dire of situations. He felt the shift shortly after his oldest brothers did and stopped his horse with a palm against the side of its head, scratching while rumbling quietly. He wanted nothing more than to help with the Croats, but he wouldn’t leave his brethren by themselves, not when Lucifer and Michael were busy - who knew, maybe there were more on the way, drawn towards them by the noise.
He had to be careful and keep his eyes open, he had angels to protect. No harm could come to them, not when he made it his responsibility to protect them. “Careful, more might be coming.” He didn’t yell, but he made sure his voice carried. They all had to be careful, the world was a dangerous place now.
Gadreel had his own blade ready, not eager to end lives but more than willing to if they threatened his family.
He guided Lucifer’s horse away from the fight when the archangel gave it to him, the old angel making sure to calm the beast so it wouldn’t go bolting across the place. He was more worried about what could happen to the angels who fled, or those who panicked, but it had seemed, coming from the archangel like an order to stay out of the way.
Which he did, blade now in one hand, the horse’s reins in the other.
“This was a bad idea.” He muttered for himself.
He kept on whispering, though his words melted into something soothing, making sure the animal stayed calm. He looked back, worried.
“Was someone covering the rear?”