[As the saying goes: no good deed goes unpunished. This is just what he deserves for relaxing his guard, Michael muses.
Angels are quick too, but he's not expecting the attack. Nanaue's attitude until now has been as mild as his appearance is fierce. Fish are never this fast outside of water, anyway. Michael dodges but it's not enough. His jacket catches on dozens of sharp points, his shoulder snagged between Nanaue's jaws.]
This is not what you're here for.
[His voice is firm, commanding, but he is not speaking to one of his subordinates.
What happened to the urge to create? Secondary to instinct when it comes to Nanaue, he can only assume—or perhaps it's just Michael he wants to carve into a new shape.]
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Angels are quick too, but he's not expecting the attack. Nanaue's attitude until now has been as mild as his appearance is fierce. Fish are never this fast outside of water, anyway. Michael dodges but it's not enough. His jacket catches on dozens of sharp points, his shoulder snagged between Nanaue's jaws.]
This is not what you're here for.
[His voice is firm, commanding, but he is not speaking to one of his subordinates.
What happened to the urge to create? Secondary to instinct when it comes to Nanaue, he can only assume—or perhaps it's just Michael he wants to carve into a new shape.]