01-06-2015, 10:26 PM
Dr. Weston's only response was a nod. Considering the situation, it was a good outcome. If it had not been such a public spectacle, he could have wished for more, but he had not expected the issue to have been raised in the first place, so he counted it a victory.
Of course, nobody would consider it to have been anything but a slightly jarring encounter you would expect to see with the uncertain formation of new sections still discovering their roles. The best fight was one the enemy did not know they were engaged in, but it was truly impressive to have an ally fight for you unaware.
It had not been his intention, but a strategist was not made great for his control, but his ability to adapt to the situation with speed and precision.
It was not the only thing Michael had to consider at the moment. There was the matter of his trainees. Perhaps they had expected him to be distracted by the confrontation, but his eye was the eye of God when it came to these men, and the eye had seen much.
Michael turned his gaze on the Indian man. In his early thirties, his face held the confidence that came with security and self-belief. His words were addressed to all, but the man couldn't fail to notice. "Before we continue, I will introduce you to a man you may aspire to become,"
his hand waved to Marcus who stood watching from the side. "Perhaps you know him by reputation. Sigma Marcus DuBois. Like you, he is an Ascendant."
How practised he was, Michael could not say, but Nikolai had not given him for training, so he would assume he was no amateur. "He holds a privileged position aiding the Ascendancy. Today, he is here to observe and learn. As an Ascendant, the greatest advice I can give you is to do the same. Observe and learn."
With that said, Michael began the first step of teaching the men how to hold the ascendant power safely. With varying degrees of focus, the recruits did just that. Observe and learn.
Of course, nobody would consider it to have been anything but a slightly jarring encounter you would expect to see with the uncertain formation of new sections still discovering their roles. The best fight was one the enemy did not know they were engaged in, but it was truly impressive to have an ally fight for you unaware.
It had not been his intention, but a strategist was not made great for his control, but his ability to adapt to the situation with speed and precision.
It was not the only thing Michael had to consider at the moment. There was the matter of his trainees. Perhaps they had expected him to be distracted by the confrontation, but his eye was the eye of God when it came to these men, and the eye had seen much.
Michael turned his gaze on the Indian man. In his early thirties, his face held the confidence that came with security and self-belief. His words were addressed to all, but the man couldn't fail to notice. "Before we continue, I will introduce you to a man you may aspire to become,"
his hand waved to Marcus who stood watching from the side. "Perhaps you know him by reputation. Sigma Marcus DuBois. Like you, he is an Ascendant."
How practised he was, Michael could not say, but Nikolai had not given him for training, so he would assume he was no amateur. "He holds a privileged position aiding the Ascendancy. Today, he is here to observe and learn. As an Ascendant, the greatest advice I can give you is to do the same. Observe and learn."
With that said, Michael began the first step of teaching the men how to hold the ascendant power safely. With varying degrees of focus, the recruits did just that. Observe and learn.
"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."