[Funkduder]

"Well then...the saint said to 'bring them down',"Michael giggled to himself, raising his shield up and activating it. He retreated towards the stairs after grabbing the Old Man and walked through the guards in the back. With the shield absorbing the impact of their truncheons, they easily fell over, and were crushed by the power of the shield, creating a hole in the stairs between the Michael and the rest of the chaos. Moving into an empty room towards the back, he rested the man on the bed, and braced himself for the oncoming storm.
"Sorry, old man, but I'm not going to resist the orders of the saint just yet. Not while they can keep me unharmed," Michael grinned with glee as he's never had this much fun since playing an unconventional form of Risk with some colleges from back in the days of Babylon.