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"Shut up!" Kyriel whined in response, trying to cover his pointed ears with his graceful palms. He wanted so much to be able to move on, but he honestly did not think it was possible. He had no friends to distract him or tell him that his looks did not matter, he had no particular hobby to take up his time, nothing at all that he could think of. This stupid Drow had not a clue what he was talking about. He did not, for sure, know Kyriel enough to make such a judgment. In Kyriel's eyes, he was just trying to be a bully to make himself feel significant.

"But I don't live there so it doesn't matter!" Kyriel hissed, finally looking up to glare at the bigger boy. His gaze came up just in time to see the foot come flying at him.

Although it was just short of a direct hit, Kyriel still felt the edge of the boot scrape his cheek. His head jerked to the side a bit, more from his own flinching than from the actual force.

The unstoppable force of tears welling up behind his eyes came upon him again, but Kyriel was not dwelling on his looks anymore. Now it was just rage, an anger more powerful than he had ever felt in his life filling him up. It was actually rather painful, the hate filling his core; he felt like he might burst. The thing was that he was taking not only his anger against the Drow, but also all the anger he had held back over the years from all of the bullying and poking and prodding that he had gone through.

Without saying a word, Kyriel raised his eyes again, taking a very short moment to give the boy a scary scowl before letting it all out. He had abandoned all thought and logic by this point, just doing what his instincts told him to. He flung his arms into the air towards the dark-skinned creature, letting a vicious growl rip from his throat. A massive force left from his palms, sending a wave of energy strong enough to topple a large cow, though he was unaware of this fact. All he knew was that the angry feeling lessened to a somewhat more comfortable point, and he suddenly felt rather exhausted.

It took Kyriel a minute to realize it, but his eyes were closed. Opening them quickly, he scrambled to his feet, heart racing and lungs heaving. The rage was still there, and he was rather certain that he was not finished...