09-16-2016, 12:32 PM
Manix was taking a break from the new building and training ground lay out. He was tired , impatient and grumpy. He was feeling sick. His eyes burrowed into a frown, he was feeling sick and it was quickly getting worse. Now conscientious of the feeling he could trace its source, it led toward the Kremlin. A amazing amount of power was being , not used, but drawn, more than one source.
Cramps hit Manix hard dropping him to his knees. The contents of his last meal spewed from his mouth. His mind burned: Dear God what is happening there?
, the thought. He felt a darkness envelope him and was thankful he was not at the source or its target. The pain ease a bit and he started to rise.
Again with greater force the pain and burning swept over him, knocking him down once again, to the floor. He could do nothing but lay in a pool of his own vomit. The power was not even within his grasp, tho a very very faint whisper came to him "grab it". He had no desire and the whisper had no power but writhing on the floor he remained.
An eternity it lasted, then it was gone. Manix was slow to rise. Shaking from the experience. He crossed over to his bathroom to wash up, he felt a mess and looked it. Running a shower he let the cool water run over his body. Feeling more like himself, he was able to ponder: "That was not the same as the first great surge, that was some type of attack. Not against me but had to be against a strong power user, The Asc, only one it could be."
He was drying off and digging for fresh clothes vaguely thinking of turning on the news. He was to tired, laying down on a couch back in his study he feel right asleep.
Cramps hit Manix hard dropping him to his knees. The contents of his last meal spewed from his mouth. His mind burned: Dear God what is happening there?
, the thought. He felt a darkness envelope him and was thankful he was not at the source or its target. The pain ease a bit and he started to rise.
Again with greater force the pain and burning swept over him, knocking him down once again, to the floor. He could do nothing but lay in a pool of his own vomit. The power was not even within his grasp, tho a very very faint whisper came to him "grab it". He had no desire and the whisper had no power but writhing on the floor he remained.
An eternity it lasted, then it was gone. Manix was slow to rise. Shaking from the experience. He crossed over to his bathroom to wash up, he felt a mess and looked it. Running a shower he let the cool water run over his body. Feeling more like himself, he was able to ponder: "That was not the same as the first great surge, that was some type of attack. Not against me but had to be against a strong power user, The Asc, only one it could be."
He was drying off and digging for fresh clothes vaguely thinking of turning on the news. He was to tired, laying down on a couch back in his study he feel right asleep.