11-09-2013, 11:25 AM
"No matter what, this power is a part of me and I need to be able to control it and I need to quit being afraid of it. What do I do, Signore?"
Ah...
It seemed Giovanni was more willing than he had anticipated. That was good, he would need it.
Michael took a moment to study the man's face. It was slightly unnerving looking at his glacial blue eyes. With power-enhanced vision he saw the nuances that would be lost on the naked eye.
Fear, uncertainty, paranoia writhed like deadly serpents along the contours of Giovanni's facial expression, so minute, but they screamed danger to Michael.
However, he saw great determination and an inquisitive mind. He could not yet say which direction that would take Giovanni, but he would give the man a chance to prove himself.
Michael said nothing as he completed the net he held, his body completely still as he flung it at Giovanni.
The threads of the net of Fire, Earth and Air spiralled together to form a sheet of blistering fire. He allowed the heat to radiate from the orange flame to solidify the effect. It was the most dangerous aspect of the net, but he had a chilling aptitude for anything destructive.
The wall of fire engulfed Giovanni, obscuring his face. Michael prepared another net for when he inevitably reached for the power and slid it over the conduit connecting him to the power. Michael had to be very careful and his motion was slow and precise.
He could not grasp the net that Tony had showed him, nor use it to it's full potential and slide it into place. It hovered over the precieved link like a cocked gun aimed at a head.
A bead of sweat ran down his face - from the concerntration and radiating heat, but Michael did not waver. He shut out Giovanni completely, ignoring any screams of pain or pleas if he made any.
It was something the man would have to figure out on his own. Michael would not allow him to access the power, but he could grasp at it. Michael's barrier was not as efficient as Tony's, and it happened to work in his favour.
The flames radiated intense heat, sweltering in the air. It reminded him of the waves of heat you could see looking down a road on a boiling day back home.
Giovanni would feel the heat and pain - just enough to distract him. He would not burn, however. Nor would he be injured in any way. It was not exactly an illusion. The flame was real as was the heat. Michael simply... took away... the destructive elements, leaving it a hollow mirage of death.
In short, there was no danger. Giovanni's fear would be a product of his own misconception - just as his fear of his own power was. It was a harsh demonstration, but death did not wait on comfort. Nor would the Atharim.
Michael maintain his nets with impenetrable cool. It would be up to Giovanni to break through his barrier now.
Ah...
It seemed Giovanni was more willing than he had anticipated. That was good, he would need it.
Michael took a moment to study the man's face. It was slightly unnerving looking at his glacial blue eyes. With power-enhanced vision he saw the nuances that would be lost on the naked eye.
Fear, uncertainty, paranoia writhed like deadly serpents along the contours of Giovanni's facial expression, so minute, but they screamed danger to Michael.
However, he saw great determination and an inquisitive mind. He could not yet say which direction that would take Giovanni, but he would give the man a chance to prove himself.
Michael said nothing as he completed the net he held, his body completely still as he flung it at Giovanni.
The threads of the net of Fire, Earth and Air spiralled together to form a sheet of blistering fire. He allowed the heat to radiate from the orange flame to solidify the effect. It was the most dangerous aspect of the net, but he had a chilling aptitude for anything destructive.
The wall of fire engulfed Giovanni, obscuring his face. Michael prepared another net for when he inevitably reached for the power and slid it over the conduit connecting him to the power. Michael had to be very careful and his motion was slow and precise.
He could not grasp the net that Tony had showed him, nor use it to it's full potential and slide it into place. It hovered over the precieved link like a cocked gun aimed at a head.
A bead of sweat ran down his face - from the concerntration and radiating heat, but Michael did not waver. He shut out Giovanni completely, ignoring any screams of pain or pleas if he made any.
It was something the man would have to figure out on his own. Michael would not allow him to access the power, but he could grasp at it. Michael's barrier was not as efficient as Tony's, and it happened to work in his favour.
The flames radiated intense heat, sweltering in the air. It reminded him of the waves of heat you could see looking down a road on a boiling day back home.
Giovanni would feel the heat and pain - just enough to distract him. He would not burn, however. Nor would he be injured in any way. It was not exactly an illusion. The flame was real as was the heat. Michael simply... took away... the destructive elements, leaving it a hollow mirage of death.
In short, there was no danger. Giovanni's fear would be a product of his own misconception - just as his fear of his own power was. It was a harsh demonstration, but death did not wait on comfort. Nor would the Atharim.
Michael maintain his nets with impenetrable cool. It would be up to Giovanni to break through his barrier now.
"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."