09-22-2013, 01:21 AM
It took him a moment to realise what had happened. With his enhanced senses he felt the shift of weight in his pocket, but Michael was focused on the warding that he nearly missed it.
As it was, he caught the man backing away with smooth practise of a experienced pickpocket. Without thought he spun a net of Air and coiled it around the man's legs, holding him fast.
To avoid suspcion he took a step forward and gripped the man's arm. Hopefully he would not notice the inability to run, of if he did, mistake it for fear or surprise.
Michael looked into the man's blue eyes. He was a little taller, older and looked weathered, but he paid no real attention to the man's physique. The strongest man would be no match for him, coiled in Air.
"I believe you have something of mine?"
he said, glancing at the wallet in the man's hand. His voice was deliberately low and steady, a hint of danger slithering through the emotional void that surrounded him.
He looked at the man more closely, eyes narrowing. He had the air of someone ruffled and uncomfortable. He could see the lines of stress around his eyes. The man looked nothing more than a startled hare. It was common of drug addicts, but the man showed none of the other tell-tale signs of addiction; besides the fact that no addict that far gone would be able to sneak through a crowd with such smooth confidence. Something jarred, something Michael would never have noticed if he had not been holding the power.
As it was, he was merely irritated rather than truly angry, but he held himself impassive. The man had no chance to steal his possessions, but the fact irked him nonetheless. "I suggest you return it to me, if you do not want any trouble."
As it was, he caught the man backing away with smooth practise of a experienced pickpocket. Without thought he spun a net of Air and coiled it around the man's legs, holding him fast.
To avoid suspcion he took a step forward and gripped the man's arm. Hopefully he would not notice the inability to run, of if he did, mistake it for fear or surprise.
Michael looked into the man's blue eyes. He was a little taller, older and looked weathered, but he paid no real attention to the man's physique. The strongest man would be no match for him, coiled in Air.
"I believe you have something of mine?"
he said, glancing at the wallet in the man's hand. His voice was deliberately low and steady, a hint of danger slithering through the emotional void that surrounded him.
He looked at the man more closely, eyes narrowing. He had the air of someone ruffled and uncomfortable. He could see the lines of stress around his eyes. The man looked nothing more than a startled hare. It was common of drug addicts, but the man showed none of the other tell-tale signs of addiction; besides the fact that no addict that far gone would be able to sneak through a crowd with such smooth confidence. Something jarred, something Michael would never have noticed if he had not been holding the power.
As it was, he was merely irritated rather than truly angry, but he held himself impassive. The man had no chance to steal his possessions, but the fact irked him nonetheless. "I suggest you return it to me, if you do not want any trouble."
"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."