09-14-2013, 10:59 AM
Michael nearly seized the power as she seized his arm but the look on her face and the way she swayed with a sickly cast to her features stopped him.
He listened in silence, staring at her, concern working it's way into his mind even though she was potentially an enemy who would try to kill him. He cast a quick glance back along the crowded street but saw nothing to indicate danger. Whatever the reason, as long as she was willing to talk, he would not argue.
After retracing his steps, he found he garden - a rare piece of nature in a quiet corner sheltered by towering trees from the packed streets of Moscow. It was the perfect setting for a trap, however, Michael found he did not care. He had hidden for far too long, if they wanted to attack him now, let them test themselves against the skill and power he had developed.
He kept an eye on their surroundings and the woman, his mind working through numerous strategies for battle. He was certainly strung tight to be thinking about it. He would have called it paranoia, but he had good reason to suspect, and although he despised the fact, he had become a tactician heart and soul. He was grateful he had only commanded small scale operations, but a small part of him yearned for the challenge of a real battle.
Putting thoughts of battle aside for the moment, he found a bench beneath a huge tree - he didn't know what they were called, the trees were far different here than back home - and sat down.
He fixed the woman with an impassive gaze, concern fading. She seemed to be much better now. Was it revulsion at touching someone - some creature - like him?
"Who are you people? What do you know about the...powers...I possess, and why do you hunt me?"
his voice was steel. He would waste no more time now that he had one of them in his grasp.
He listened in silence, staring at her, concern working it's way into his mind even though she was potentially an enemy who would try to kill him. He cast a quick glance back along the crowded street but saw nothing to indicate danger. Whatever the reason, as long as she was willing to talk, he would not argue.
After retracing his steps, he found he garden - a rare piece of nature in a quiet corner sheltered by towering trees from the packed streets of Moscow. It was the perfect setting for a trap, however, Michael found he did not care. He had hidden for far too long, if they wanted to attack him now, let them test themselves against the skill and power he had developed.
He kept an eye on their surroundings and the woman, his mind working through numerous strategies for battle. He was certainly strung tight to be thinking about it. He would have called it paranoia, but he had good reason to suspect, and although he despised the fact, he had become a tactician heart and soul. He was grateful he had only commanded small scale operations, but a small part of him yearned for the challenge of a real battle.
Putting thoughts of battle aside for the moment, he found a bench beneath a huge tree - he didn't know what they were called, the trees were far different here than back home - and sat down.
He fixed the woman with an impassive gaze, concern fading. She seemed to be much better now. Was it revulsion at touching someone - some creature - like him?
"Who are you people? What do you know about the...powers...I possess, and why do you hunt me?"
his voice was steel. He would waste no more time now that he had one of them in his grasp.
"She saw a flaring halo around his head, radiant in gold and blue. It shouted of glory and power to come"
"No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it."