Michael had his arms crossed, watching as tori approached the hammer. Once she was in front of it he saw her swallow before grabbing the handle and pulling. To no avail the hammer didnt budge from its spot, he looked to hannah who shook her head. 

Once he saw tori sit back down, he got up himself approaching it. To him the hammer was like judgement. He let out a breath, his hands shaking a little though no one caught it maybe kali did he didnt know.

Wrapping his hands around the rough leather, his father had. Tried and failed to lift it. Though he knew multiple reasons why he was unworthy to weild such a weapon. With that he pulled, his jaw clenching and muscles tensing just before the hammer rose a few inches before going back down onto the table. 

He had felt it move, not much but some though just by doing that it took a great deal of weigiht off his shoulders, knowing even with the teammates he had gotten killed he was still worthy to be who he was a hero.