Fall Onto Earth: Ambriel & John
"Hold that thought." John made sure Ambriel would stay upright against the wall and then jogged over to the sword. How did one handle a sword? John rubbed his hands together and circled it before reaching for the handle. It was much heavier than he expected, and yet lighter than it should be. He held the hilt with both hands, blade down, and carried it back to Ambriel. It was probably still very sharp, even if it was covered in gore from chopping through dozens of those things. John was careful not to injure himself on it.
When he got back to Ambriel, John wrapped the blade in the angel's shirt. It was already a ruined garment. "There." John tried a smile. Ambriel just looked so sad like that. Broken and bleeding. John presented the sword to the angel. "Better? What were you going to say?"
John moved closer to tuck himself under Ambriel's arm and take on the angel's weight, holding his arm over his shoulders. Slowly, they began to move towards the entrance of the castle again.