08-05-2016, 01:07 PM
Marcus DuBois.
Just the person Michael wanted to run into. Nikolai probably sent him on purpose.
Michael rounded on the man with ice in his veins. He didn't care what damn ambassador or another was meeting Nikolai, and if it was a round about way for him to say he was summoned, the man could bloody well do it himself.
All thoughts of Marcus DuBois disappeared from his mind as he was drawn to the other man. His gaze fixed on him.
"You..."
he whispered faintly. Vertigo hit him like the Hammer of Thor itself and he was physically forced back half a step.
Wha...
Before the thought had fully formed Michael found himself drawing in more of the Ascendant Power. Vaguely, he saw his students look at each other with concern.
Not now! There is no time for this nonsense!
For seconds that seemed like hours, Michael wrestled with something deep within him that threatened to shatter the ice around his heart and flow around him in waves of pure, molten rage.
He stopped himself short of grasping the full extent of his power, but he held far more than either the Sigma or the other man did.
"Oakland,"
was all he could manage. His voice could have frozen liquid nitrogen.
He pulled his attention away from the man and looked at the Sigma. "Yes. I think we shall."
With that he barked at his students. "Come, let's escort the Ambassador to the Palace. We can't keep the Ascendancy waiting."
He did not look back at the man. He dared not.
Just the person Michael wanted to run into. Nikolai probably sent him on purpose.
Michael rounded on the man with ice in his veins. He didn't care what damn ambassador or another was meeting Nikolai, and if it was a round about way for him to say he was summoned, the man could bloody well do it himself.
All thoughts of Marcus DuBois disappeared from his mind as he was drawn to the other man. His gaze fixed on him.
"You..."
he whispered faintly. Vertigo hit him like the Hammer of Thor itself and he was physically forced back half a step.
Wha...
Before the thought had fully formed Michael found himself drawing in more of the Ascendant Power. Vaguely, he saw his students look at each other with concern.
Not now! There is no time for this nonsense!
For seconds that seemed like hours, Michael wrestled with something deep within him that threatened to shatter the ice around his heart and flow around him in waves of pure, molten rage.
He stopped himself short of grasping the full extent of his power, but he held far more than either the Sigma or the other man did.
"Oakland,"
was all he could manage. His voice could have frozen liquid nitrogen.
He pulled his attention away from the man and looked at the Sigma. "Yes. I think we shall."
With that he barked at his students. "Come, let's escort the Ambassador to the Palace. We can't keep the Ascendancy waiting."
He did not look back at the man. He dared not.
"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."