He was on the verge of switching his batons to full length when the air between him and Grayson darkened. Jonathan appeared there, fully formed. Even though the spirit was slight in frame, his presence exuded such a strength and authority that both Jonah and Grayson dropped their weapons. Jonathan's gray gaze was so penetrating that Jonah almost felt like confessing things he hadn't even done.
“We are far more intelligent and mature than this, my friends,” he said in a quiet, steely voice. “We train our bodies and minds to strengthen our powers and likelihood of survival, not to measure our egos.”
Grayson threw a murderous glare at Jonah. Strangely, Jonah felt no fear. His mind was too focused on trying to figure out how to use his baton like a tazer.
“I believe we have done wonderfully
