03-25-2024, 02:00 AM
He felt calmer having followed Michael’s suggestion. It reminded him of the tactical meditation taught in MARSOC training. A breath in, holding the air on four-count, complete the inhalation and hold another four-count; exhale, hold, finish exhalation, hold. Repeat. Breathe. Hold. Breathe. Hold. The ritual was oddly calming. Tactical breathing originally sounded like bullshit, but it helped Jay’s sharpshooter marks go way up, and afterward, he was hooked.
It felt like a lifetime ago when he believed he could breathe his way through hell. Mens sana in corpore sano. And he had, in the moments before and after close quarter action. And a thousand other times. Each time it worked. Until it stopped. It wasn't a mystery why.
He closed his eyes, pouring all the buzz of unspent energy into the power itself. It was like tossing feelings into an incinerator and watching them burn. The tension on the air slowly dissipated, and with it, Jay’s grip on the power. The incinerator did its work, and with an oddly flat expression, he witnessed Agent Reed’s departure.
“So sworn.” He replied to Michael, once more in control.
In short order, the Rods assembled at the gate, four in total standing shoulder to shoulder. Each man was in uniform and each waited with their own posture and displayed their own level of formality. It wasn't a requirement, but they had fallen into a habit of military stances much like Jay during such scenes. Jay himself stood at sincere attention, expression strict and eyes tight.
Like the others, they stood ready to seize hold of the Power at the slightest command of their leader.
((any of the other Rod characters can join. Didn't specify who was present))
It felt like a lifetime ago when he believed he could breathe his way through hell. Mens sana in corpore sano. And he had, in the moments before and after close quarter action. And a thousand other times. Each time it worked. Until it stopped. It wasn't a mystery why.
He closed his eyes, pouring all the buzz of unspent energy into the power itself. It was like tossing feelings into an incinerator and watching them burn. The tension on the air slowly dissipated, and with it, Jay’s grip on the power. The incinerator did its work, and with an oddly flat expression, he witnessed Agent Reed’s departure.
“So sworn.” He replied to Michael, once more in control.
In short order, the Rods assembled at the gate, four in total standing shoulder to shoulder. Each man was in uniform and each waited with their own posture and displayed their own level of formality. It wasn't a requirement, but they had fallen into a habit of military stances much like Jay during such scenes. Jay himself stood at sincere attention, expression strict and eyes tight.
Like the others, they stood ready to seize hold of the Power at the slightest command of their leader.
((any of the other Rod characters can join. Didn't specify who was present))
Only darkness shows you the light.