"Yeah, I don't care what title you have, we're not doing jack-shit for you. Now get the hell away from my brother." He fumbled around in his pocket and then pulled out the angel knife he had. He couldn't kill an archangel but he could hurt him at least. The weapon made Gadreel back up a little, still in fighting stance but keeping distance now.

Matty narrowed his eyes. "So who's your pal, huh? You got a name, buddy."

"I'm Gadreel." Short and sweet, no further comment. That could have meant something to some but to Matty, he had no damn clue.