The Trial of Karma (Part 3)

As these few words thundered across the cave, War's bronze skin drained of color. His aggressive and imposing demeanor, impressive even while in his smaller form, dropped a few notches, as he assumed a more composed posture, with arms laying flat onto the table and legs neatly tucked underneath. His orange yes, once focused on the aspect of Karma, were closed shut the same way his mouth was, for he dared not risk letting out a sound or direct his threatening gaze at the wrong person.

Daniel too had felt the desire to stay seated, which he indulged by straightening his posture and basking in the newfound desire to look more dignified. Yet, this behavioral change was soon discarded. His hands closed into tight fists as his eyes narrowed in anger. The voice had not only prevented the fight between him and the aspect of War, but had also tried to compel him to obedience, like the sight of a rolled up paper would a well trained dog.