Post by Mr. Moon on Sept 6, 2021 14:19:13 GMT -5
Michael #8
His line of thought was interrupted as he noticed the large blade approaching him from bellow. Lost in his thoughts, he realized little too late, that he should defend himself and when he finally noticed the danger, there was only one thing he could do.
“Blink”
Cursing for himself, the lawyer hit the ground dozen of times in a blink of eye, disappearing, right before the blade could hit him, as he circled around Zasha with blinding speed, re-appearing again ten steps behind her.
CLAP...CLAP...CLAP…
His hands hit each other in mocked applause, as he was trying to ignore the scorching pain coming from his right arm. It wasn´t badly injured, but he would still gladly put it in a barrel of cold water to prevent any blisters.
“Well done kid, forcing me to go all out isn´t small accomplishment for amateur like you, but that´s as far as you go. Honestly, I wouldn´t mind putting you down like a rabid dog you are, but my brother would give me a mouthful if I dropped a kid like you, so here is the deal. Turn around and run, I won´t chase you…this time.”
As he said these words, he let a loose. Just for a moment, he relaxed all chains, that bound the beast inside of him. Just for a second, his face wasn´t that of a tired, burned out lawyer, but rather that of deadly beast. Cold, focused, bloodthirsty hunter, that way watching his prey. His body tensed, as if ready for jump, both hands pointed, with fingers pressed together to allow him swiftly create his blades of compressed air. For the first time during their brief exchange, Michael was completely serious. Or at least that was how it looked like. In reality, he was gambling. Gambling on the terrifying aspect of his other self in a desperate attempt to scare her off, because otherwise, he would have to risk thing that was most precious to him, his own privacy.