Michael was not impressed, and he didn't know what she was doing with the sword; the Raphael he knew would not be treating a dangerous weapon so callously. The sight of the grace bleed, as small as it was, bothered him and he didn't even have to move to mentally reach out and pluck the sword from her telekinetic grasp, it flying to his hand for him to catch it easily.

"It isn't a toy, Raphael." He said, voice tight; he wasn't snapping or losing his cool, but he wanted to to the point where it was creeping into his tone.