You and Raphael have always been enemies. That’s how it’s always been.

You constantly bugged him, and he put up with you, and the two of you were fine with that.

Until tonight. When the two of you were doing hand to hand combat, he suddenly caught the strong scent of blood, and would scrunch up his nose in distaste.

He would then quickly put the fight to a stop, “Are you bleeding?,” he’d firmly question, “tell me.”