"You can't have your way this time," I said, my voice brooking no argument despite knowing how valuable his contribution might be. He was our best eye, but I couldn't risk him being the first target for the fresh angels across the river.
"I can keep my life intact," he replied. He was smart enough to get my point without delving into details. "I'm a jumper!" Yet his last remark was really pointless.
Stop bragging, boy. Your jumper ability was only truly impressive if you decided to abandon us and save your own neck. In a coordinated celestial strike, jumping only matters if you have a safe place to land.
"You can keep your life, but we will be in great danger," I rolled my eyes in response to his stubbornness. "Don't forget the angels of that city had the total blessing of the first quest without much loss yet. They aren't drained like the ones in New York. They have the energy to smite a single scout without blinking."
