Thursday: Finding the Will
"Powerful as you are, but no one to turn to..." Delic snapped his fingers, just as Cole had, and the mirage disappeared. "And the Source's patience has finally run out." A hand on her cheek, forcing her to meet his pompous sneer. "We can finally cut our losses."
He smiled, feeling her tremble as he raised the athame. She thought it was rage that brought her hands up, rage that would finally be enough to choke him off. Instead, her palms go out, and then Delic's eyes don't blink, and the hand holding the athame stops, the tip two inches from....her abdomen. She backs up about ten feet before the freeze comes off. He almost drops the athame once it does.
She smirks, and bends to pick up a pebble from the cavern floor. Toss and freeze. He stares. "You can tell the Source his patience has paid off." The pebble falls from midair.
He smiled, feeling her tremble as he raised the athame. She thought it was rage that brought her hands up, rage that would finally be enough to choke him off. Instead, her palms go out, and then Delic's eyes don't blink, and the hand holding the athame stops, the tip two inches from....her abdomen. She backs up about ten feet before the freeze comes off. He almost drops the athame once it does.
She smirks, and bends to pick up a pebble from the cavern floor. Toss and freeze. He stares. "You can tell the Source his patience has paid off." The pebble falls from midair.