No sooner had Willis left, and Samael begin to relax when he found his entire body rigid. His arms lifted, and spread. Each molecule of his being was being forced apart. Just before he was ripped from limb to limb into a thousand million pieces, he was flung across the room. A glimmer cuaght his eye and he turned his head. This was it, the end of this lifetime. It was short, too short.
"STOP"
The sound didn't come from him, but from all around him. The very walls seemed to have said it. And that's just what he did. Samael stopped, midair, his limbs hanging loosely, his face a mere inch away from the spiked hammer hung on the wall.
He turned, his body still floating. Natan had walked in from the back room. His mouth was bloody and both eyes were swollen. But something else was shining around him. It was as if the entire room melted away the closer it got to him. His hand was raised and pointed at Samael. It was then that he knew that it was Natan that nearly had killed him.
But it was Anders that had stopped him. Anders' amulet was glowing a deep red, and the same affect that had been permeating from Natan's entire body was also flowing from the amulet.
"Calm yourself Natan," the voice was calm now, but it still echoed throughout the large blacksmith shop. "This was a large misunderstanding. One I'm sure our intruders will gladly pay for damages, as well as spend the next few minutes explaining".
"Fine, I'm willing to listen," the younger Sharug responded.
"You're going to have to let him down first son," Anders chided his son. Natan still had no idea the affect that his emotions, let alone his directed power had on people. Anders had seen perfectly angry customers come in and upon reaching Natan's aura, had a complete shift in mood. Often to the detriment of the customer, who had forgotten their grievance and left with a smaller purse and more items than they needed. Anders usually didn't mind, but it still felt like cheating. He had searched everywhere for someone to help him figure out his son and his power, and that's when he had met Ruby.
Re: AM 6-26-1043 (Open to Samael, and then Neh-toan)
"STOP"
The sound didn't come from him, but from all around him. The very walls seemed to have said it. And that's just what he did. Samael stopped, midair, his limbs hanging loosely, his face a mere inch away from the spiked hammer hung on the wall.
He turned, his body still floating. Natan had walked in from the back room. His mouth was bloody and both eyes were swollen. But something else was shining around him. It was as if the entire room melted away the closer it got to him. His hand was raised and pointed at Samael. It was then that he knew that it was Natan that nearly had killed him.
But it was Anders that had stopped him. Anders' amulet was glowing a deep red, and the same affect that had been permeating from Natan's entire body was also flowing from the amulet.
"Calm yourself Natan," the voice was calm now, but it still echoed throughout the large blacksmith shop. "This was a large misunderstanding. One I'm sure our intruders will gladly pay for damages, as well as spend the next few minutes explaining".
"Fine, I'm willing to listen," the younger Sharug responded.
"You're going to have to let him down first son," Anders chided his son. Natan still had no idea the affect that his emotions, let alone his directed power had on people. Anders had seen perfectly angry customers come in and upon reaching Natan's aura, had a complete shift in mood. Often to the detriment of the customer, who had forgotten their grievance and left with a smaller purse and more items than they needed. Anders usually didn't mind, but it still felt like cheating. He had searched everywhere for someone to help him figure out his son and his power, and that's when he had met Ruby.
The start of it all.