Rewrite the Apocalypse Dream
Allen looked to the left freezing in place, and Joanna turned. Marching straight towards Joanna was Julian, and dominant commanding pressure was radiating off him. His jaw was clenched, his brow was furrowed, and sharp, crackling sparks of blue electricity were dancing aggressively across his shoulders with every step he took.
Julian marched right up to the group, his teeth gritted, and blue sparks snapping off his tailored jacket.
"Where is he?" Julian demanded, his voice a low, possessive growl. "I just got back to base and heard some slick-talking idiot named Dani or whatever slick man loves you and is bringing you gifts. Where is he, Joanna?"