"<strong>You're wrong... I heard them alright. I charged them. I knew what they were after.</strong>" the archangel growled before lunging forward with an arm, stopped by the chain of course. Leon then took a few steps back before stretching his good wing. It felt a little sore from the fight, but his left wing would be fine. It was the right one that he was more worried about and would need mending. For all he knew, he might have to re-break it so that the bones weld themselves correctly.<br/><br/>"<strong>What are you going to do with me?</strong>" Leon asked bitterly. All he wanted to do is get out of there and mend to his wing. After that, he would bring back the rest of the archangels and punish the men that broke his wing. He tugged at the chains again, wincing in pain as his muscles of his broken wing twitched