12-04-2013, 05:29 PM
The man wisely kept his face to the ground, but the mere attempt to speak was the unwise sign of non-compliance. It nearly earned him a swift boot to his person, but the man’s mouth was saved by the Ascendancy’s order to stand down. Alric stepped aside to allow Brandon passage and smooth movements saw his weapon holstered. He was not, however, so out of reach to be unable to quell any additional, foolish rudeness towards his Excellency. He awaited alongside, relaxed, but poised to strike. By the time he scanned the onlookers for signs of additional trouble, the tension had already faded from his expression.
The Ascendancy knelt and offered the out-of-place male assistance and condolence for his man’s action. Alric approved the lack of actual apology. The Ascendancy hadn’t done any wrong, and Alric certainly wouldn’t apologize for following CSS protocol. There was no reason to expect that one individual, no matter how inebriated, would not recognize who he struck. Still Alric searched for the lesson in Brandon’s actions. There had to be an ulterior motive, one that Alric couldn’t see. Yet.
Divine Power boiled just within reach. He thought of harnessing it. Not only would his senses sharpen, but would help him better keep guard. In the end, while witnessing the assailant’s interaction with the man he attacked and insulted, he decided to continue to trust in mortal training, including the harsh lessons that Brandon continued to reinforce. Honestly it would be an insult to our sanctity to use it on so small an individual.
What worried him was the DV uprising. This was a mere bump in the shoulder taken the wrong way, but what would happen on tour that could not be stopped with guns and brute force? Many dismissed such rumors of earthquakes and lightning on a clear day as religious nonsense, but he and the Ascendancy knew unnatural capabilities spurred strange events on a whim. It would be foolish for them to dismiss such things off-handedly. Alric was going to have to sharpen his watch all the more, now.
The Ascendancy knelt and offered the out-of-place male assistance and condolence for his man’s action. Alric approved the lack of actual apology. The Ascendancy hadn’t done any wrong, and Alric certainly wouldn’t apologize for following CSS protocol. There was no reason to expect that one individual, no matter how inebriated, would not recognize who he struck. Still Alric searched for the lesson in Brandon’s actions. There had to be an ulterior motive, one that Alric couldn’t see. Yet.
Divine Power boiled just within reach. He thought of harnessing it. Not only would his senses sharpen, but would help him better keep guard. In the end, while witnessing the assailant’s interaction with the man he attacked and insulted, he decided to continue to trust in mortal training, including the harsh lessons that Brandon continued to reinforce. Honestly it would be an insult to our sanctity to use it on so small an individual.
What worried him was the DV uprising. This was a mere bump in the shoulder taken the wrong way, but what would happen on tour that could not be stopped with guns and brute force? Many dismissed such rumors of earthquakes and lightning on a clear day as religious nonsense, but he and the Ascendancy knew unnatural capabilities spurred strange events on a whim. It would be foolish for them to dismiss such things off-handedly. Alric was going to have to sharpen his watch all the more, now.