"You looked amazing." Michael reassured him as he proved his mastery of the device and pulled the video up to be viewed. Ryan would get to watch himself flying through the air. Michael knew that Ryan could be a very powerful and talented flyer if he kept up the practice and his wings are looking much healthier these days. It delights him that the young nephilim is doing so well.<br/><br/>Just after having Ryan send the video to his uncle, the angel feels a certain stir in the air. It is one only one as seasoned as him in battle would notice and gives even him barely any time to react. Where it just him, it would have been fine. Ryan, on the other hand, he needed to be protected.<br/><br/>Ryan is yanked against Michael's chest with supreme force and no warning as the archangel's wing flair up around them in a cocoon of warm protection. The blast is deafening, lifting bith of them off their feet and tossing them through the air. Michael land on Ryan, continuing to sheild the young man as the blasts reign down. His view blocked by the wings protecting him. Volley after volley hit until Michael sags against Ryan, his broken wings soaked and drippnig blood and his breath harsh. The wet coughs next to his ear telling him the state of the man. "Run..." He wheezes out.