Crossed swords

You take some time to ponder about your choice. Surely there’s no chance that you’re gonna just sit there and wait. You let go of an instinct and pick up the ring with crossed swords, sliding it on your finger.

Suddenly you feel a hot wave of power running along your body, like liquid fire being poured on you. You grit your teeth as the burning flame shines in your eyes, your meek expression changing to a more determined one. You stand up suddenly, firing a secure stare to Michael’s eyes.

“I’ll join.”

He smiles at you, as if he was expecting that you would’ve made that choice. He crosses his arms on his chest, nodding his head.

“Good. As I said, there’s no turning back now.”

You give him a cocky grin.

“Do I look like a pussy? I ain’t turning back on my steps.”

He chuckles before walking around his desk and reaching you, leaning towards you with a charming expression on his face.

“Well then, let’s see if yours isn’t just big talk.” He says while forcing you to stand up. “Follow me.”

You walk along with him through the busy corridors of the headquarters, stopping in front of a door.

He pushes it open and before your eyes there’s a huge arena, used for training, you believe.

He sends you in with a push from behind and the door closes behind you.

A woman with black robes is standing in the center of the arena. She tilts her head just slightly, and your eyes meet.

The test begins.