Michael scoffed at Myra's reaction. Such a petty reaction from someone's whose matron goddess was probably talking badly about him just minutes before Michael had retorted. He'd have none of it, and would make sure that there would be a distinction between him and the other people of this quest. He would crush them in combat if that's what it meant to reap the respect they were supposed to give him, just as he had with the magicians he was supposed to work alongside with before....
*Ha! It would be quite amusing to watch you humiliate these new batches of prey. Until they prove their worth to us, they are nothing but inferiors.*
"WIthout a doubt, Sobek," Michael said as he walked outside of the Big House. Some of the Greek demigods stood by and watched him, but after what they saw from him when he had infiltrated the camp, they would be doing nothing against him. Michael smirked. As it should be. Years of having to put up with the vexation of being mocked for having no apparent Egytpian heritage had been enough to begin molding him into a person who would forcefully reap respect and admiration, even if through fear. He did wonder if he had some family history with Egypt though. He was of Latin descent, yes, but according to his father, his ancestry had a huge knack for traveling and intermarrying or simply lying with others of different lands. Not something they usually talked about, but still....