” I waved my hand to allow her to speak.“You can’t hurt me I am protected I...” She started.“Yeah, yeah I’ve heard it all before.” I got... in her face as I hissed low and threatening. “You will talk, there are things I could do to you without touching you. You are an amateur at best compared to me. Ah! I see you are starting to realize just how deep in the shit you are. You entered the building, it is my domain on this earth therefore a place of power for me. You will not be able to leave without. Food was plentiful and we, thankfully, didn't have to resort to the Sandman for "food".The nights? Me, 16, lovely companion, enough said.The citadel was a sight to behold. Rising hundreds of meters in the air, made of glass, it looked like an old sky scraper from the old earth. It positively oozed esoteric energies across the band, even some combined basics were showing up. When you combine Psionics with either Talent or Arch-magic the sum is far greater than the whole. Combine all three .... " Mr. Kegler, I've been on the force for four years and I've yet to have to use deadly force. I've only had to draw my weapon once and that was to assist another officer who had fired his weapon. I don't know how I'll react if I ever have to take a life." Roy, call me John. I hope you never have to find out. When I was in the Marines, we had a guy in our squad that was the meanest son-of-a-bitch I'd ever known. I saw him get into fight after fight. He almost always won. In a skirmish, he. It slowly crept along his body to his face, until it shone brightly on his eyes, making him squeeze them tighter and stir. He started to open his eyes and it blinded him, so he shut them tight again. He turned his head and tried again and saw he was still in Arabella’s chambers. The day before seemed like another blur to his memory and tried to shake the fuzzy feeling in his head. He sat up and stretched, yawning widely and feeling much more rested and energized. He sat in bed, just enjoying.