03-21-2014, 02:09 PM
"I don't know,"
Michael replied, his head throbbing. He could feel a slow trickle of blood running down the back of his head where he had hit the wall. His focus was back though, if not the power, so he figured it was not lethal and he trusted Dr. Weston to tell him otherwise.
With the immediate danger gone, he had a moment to recall his surroundings. He surveyed the debris that lay before him in the wake of the furious encounter. The concrete below was shattered and scored with fire-blasted furrows. In the centre of it all was a circular crater as if a meteor had struck - albeit a very small one. It might as well have been too. He had not anticipated the sheer force he had put into the Net, nor the extent of the destruction.
He turned his gaze on Dr. Weston, who seemed to be in tact, if a little shaken. "Are you ok? That was...unexpected."
The way she fussed about him with whatever supplies she had brought along indicated he was in far more danger but it irked him that he had no power to heal. He would be helpless to save her life as easily as she seemed to do for him.
"I believe it was distracted, though. As we are about to be."
The gravity of the situation reasserted itself and Michael made an attempt to stand. "The war has begun. al'Hasan has been attacked by a assassins wearing CCD uniforms. Of course, only a fool would actually do something like that, and the Ascendancy is no fool. Someone has set this up. We need to return before things turn ugly."
Michael replied, his head throbbing. He could feel a slow trickle of blood running down the back of his head where he had hit the wall. His focus was back though, if not the power, so he figured it was not lethal and he trusted Dr. Weston to tell him otherwise.
With the immediate danger gone, he had a moment to recall his surroundings. He surveyed the debris that lay before him in the wake of the furious encounter. The concrete below was shattered and scored with fire-blasted furrows. In the centre of it all was a circular crater as if a meteor had struck - albeit a very small one. It might as well have been too. He had not anticipated the sheer force he had put into the Net, nor the extent of the destruction.
He turned his gaze on Dr. Weston, who seemed to be in tact, if a little shaken. "Are you ok? That was...unexpected."
The way she fussed about him with whatever supplies she had brought along indicated he was in far more danger but it irked him that he had no power to heal. He would be helpless to save her life as easily as she seemed to do for him.
"I believe it was distracted, though. As we are about to be."
The gravity of the situation reasserted itself and Michael made an attempt to stand. "The war has begun. al'Hasan has been attacked by a assassins wearing CCD uniforms. Of course, only a fool would actually do something like that, and the Ascendancy is no fool. Someone has set this up. We need to return before things turn ugly."
"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."