Before Nokai could answer his master's call, two things happened simultaneously. First, Nokai could not resist the call. Even in under a thousand bindings, the call was impossible for it to refuse. Sagiri could hear his own rage and desire for blood merge with it, and wherever Nokai was, he had answered, and he was coming.
The other thing that happened, Sagiri did not expect it. It was as if in that second, he called Nokai, time stood still. Felunka was still chanting death to the south, his rage and excitement blatant. Sagiri's rage was also blatant, but that was to be expected from anyone. What he did not expect was the dangerous calmness that had been emanating from the supreme mandra to change into the most deadly and raw feeling of danger he had ever perceived from someone. The man had not moved a muscle apart from his finger to give commands to Tsaka all night during the hearing, but now, at the moment he had moved, and it was not just a finger.
