[Well, no one can say he didn't try. Having an arm severed by an otherwise very personable shark is as far as Michael's patience will carry him. His temper spikes. This behaviour demands correction.
Here in the Horizon, there's nothing that restricts him to human form except common courtesy—and since he's being shown none, he has no reason to be polite. Michael's eyes flash bright blue. The shape of Adam Milligan is consumed by light and Michael expands outwards and upwards, swiftly dwarfing Nanaue. The boundaries of his pseudo-true form are blurry, indistinct; the more Nanaue tries to focus on them, the more complex and headache-inducing they'll become. It's difficult to tell even what colour he is. Either all white, or all black, or both at once. There are several sets of feathered wings, rows of teeth on jaws that don't appear to be connected to anything, and a hundred glaring eyes between his feathers. A halo like an accretion disk circles far above.
Whatever part of him is still between Nanaue's teeth will taste of nothing but feathers and searing holy flame, never meant to grace mortal tongue.
One of the wings twists, rises—then slams down on Nanaue like a hand swatting a mosquito.]
mmm, spicy
Here in the Horizon, there's nothing that restricts him to human form except common courtesy—and since he's being shown none, he has no reason to be polite. Michael's eyes flash bright blue. The shape of Adam Milligan is consumed by light and Michael expands outwards and upwards, swiftly dwarfing Nanaue. The boundaries of his pseudo-true form are blurry, indistinct; the more Nanaue tries to focus on them, the more complex and headache-inducing they'll become. It's difficult to tell even what colour he is. Either all white, or all black, or both at once. There are several sets of feathered wings, rows of teeth on jaws that don't appear to be connected to anything, and a hundred glaring eyes between his feathers. A halo like an accretion disk circles far above.
Whatever part of him is still between Nanaue's teeth will taste of nothing but feathers and searing holy flame, never meant to grace mortal tongue.
One of the wings twists, rises—then slams down on Nanaue like a hand swatting a mosquito.]