He didn't know what he expected to happen.
Within those few seconds, he imagined lightning bolts spilling from his body. Or himself firing beams of concentrated energy.
Heck, he even imagined he would fly.
Ikemefuna whimpered as he fell from the air, his body scraping against the dirt.
Moe had laughed.
Ikem had seen Wicker call back his lightning.
"Curse it all."
He buried his face in the sand.
Someone walked towards him, their footsteps were light. Ikem figured it could only be Wicker.
He was right.
"What were you thinking?" the officer asked slowly. His voice was bland and had a soft, casual edge to it.
"Trying to escape Perudaux."
He felt the pause.
"Why?"
Ikem sighed, shifting a part of his face away from the sand.
He blinked furiously, trying to free his eyelid from the sand.
"It is kind of personal."
"It's also stupid." Moe chipped in.
"The Taxitial operates throughout this region: their reach almost as wide as that of the Major Faith Nation.
