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Zadkiel glared at him. She was one of the Cherubim who did not hide her displeasure of him.
" you better. It is my duty to train you, and you have shown nothing but disgrace with your lacking performance. Heal your wounds and make yourself ready."
Aziraphale took his time to heal as many of his bruises and wounds as he could before facing her again. She came at him with no mercy, and he quickly blocked her attack. She snarled, (she hated when he went into deference), she pushed him back and flew up in the air to attack him from above. Aziraphale manages to jump away, and she missed it. He managed to nick her wing with his flaming sword.
"better, but not good enough," she said and smacked his sword hand with outstretched claws. She gave him a nasty wound on the arm with her thick claws. He dropped his sword in pain and surprise. This display did not sit well with the other Cherubim. She grabbed him by the robe and snarled into his face;
"We do NOT make ourselves vulnerable to attacks!"
"I-"
"enough"
Both Cherubim looked at Raphael, who has watched them. Aziraphale felt embarrassment for this realization.
"He needs to be taught a lesson, Arch Raphael," Zadkiel said harshly, she did not let go of Aziraphale "it is my duty-"
"your duty is to train him, Cherubim!" Raphael hissed, and all of his six scarlet-golden wings flared up in a display of dominance "I am the only one who shall teach him a lesson, I am his Arch. You'll only train him, is that clear?! "
Zadkiel lets go of Aziraphale robe and lowered her head and wings in submission
"of course, Arch Raphael."
"good, Aziraphale, walk with me," he turned around to walk away. Aziraphale gave a quick look at Zadkiel before running after the Seraphim.

a scene from my Good Omens fanfic called Genesis

you can read it here

archiveofourown.org/works/2185…

Description

Zadkiel glared at him. She was one of the Cherubim who did not hide her displeasure of him.
" you better. It is my duty to train you, and you have shown nothing but disgrace with your lacking performance. Heal your wounds and make yourself ready."
Aziraphale took his time to heal as many of his bruises and wounds as he could before facing her again. She came at him with no mercy, and he quickly blocked her attack. She snarled, (she hated when he went into deference), she pushed him back and flew up in the air to attack him from above. Aziraphale manages to jump away, and she missed it. He managed to nick her wing with his flaming sword.
"better, but not good enough," she said and smacked his sword hand with outstretched claws. She gave him a nasty wound on the arm with her thick claws. He dropped his sword in pain and surprise. This display did not sit well with the other Cherubim. She grabbed him by the robe and snarled into his face;
"We do NOT make ourselves vulnerable to attacks!"
"I-"
"enough"
Both Cherubim looked at Raphael, who has watched them. Aziraphale felt embarrassment for this realization.
"He needs to be taught a lesson, Arch Raphael," Zadkiel said harshly, she did not let go of Aziraphale "it is my duty-"
"your duty is to train him, Cherubim!" Raphael hissed, and all of his six scarlet-golden wings flared up in a display of dominance "I am the only one who shall teach him a lesson, I am his Arch. You'll only train him, is that clear?! "
Zadkiel lets go of Aziraphale robe and lowered her head and wings in submission
"of course, Arch Raphael."
"good, Aziraphale, walk with me," he turned around to walk away. Aziraphale gave a quick look at Zadkiel before running after the Seraphim.

a scene from my Good Omens fanfic called Genesis

you can read it here

archiveofourown.org/works/2185…