Of course Abbaddon amd Reake knew at once that the real Michael would take up that fight in a heartbeat. Not only because of his temper, but the simple fact that doing so would keep Abbaddon from having to go through the pain of killing his own soulmate. Reake got between them, placing a hand on each man's chest to shove them apart. Abbaddon grabbed Kane, while Reake stood there in shock for just a second, processing what he felt.<br/><br/>"No Michael! I don't care what orders are! I'll never hurt Kane!" He says, defying orders for the first time in his life. He knew to the pit of his soul that this was wrong, that there must be a mistake.<br/><br/>Reake paused only for that second, looking between his hand on Michael's chest, and the blade in his hand. Michael pipes up at that time. "Follow your orders and end him!" Came the firm reply. All the pieces click for Reake and his warm, sunny demeanor drains out of him. It is replaced by something burning, hot, and blinding in it's brilliance.<br/><br/>"What. Have. You. Done. With. Michael?" He demands as he rounds on the now known fake. "That is his blade... but you are not him. You tell me. Right. Now." He said in a tone that was downright terrifying in it's intensity.