Everything went wayward in the blink of an eye. The moment Micah's fingers closed around Ziva, something went terribly wrong.
He didn't feel the magic at first until thousands of needles were piercing through him at once, burrowing deep beneath his skin. The pain was more than physical, crawling through his veins, his nerves and striking his core. His breath hitched violently as nausea surged up his throat, and the world tilted.
Micah dropped hard to the ground as his body convulsed, muscles locking and unlocking in erratic spasms. His vision swam, colors blurring into one another as he fought to stay conscious.
No. No, no.
He tried to vanish but nothing happened.
Micah forced the power again, trying to drag it up from whatever well it lived in, but instead of obeying, his body trembled, distorting at the edges like a broken reflection.
