[((___jade___))>]

Standing to the side of the stairs, Kyriel tried to keep himself somewhat under control. His father had always warned him to have good self-control, though he had always thought it was in a basic way. Now he realized that it was actually because of this. Never before had he felt so full of power and in touch with the talented wizard in him. The urge to just let it all out and see what he could do was tempting, but he knew that he had to keep his focus. Even if he could not stop the trembling running through his frame, at least he could keep his eye on the target.

Although Kyriel noticed the blood, he hardly gave a care. All he could see was that smirk, and all he could hear was the taunts. He just wanted to take it all out on this Xul'Bryn, even if it killed the Drow. At least if he did something so drastic as that, perhaps he would get sent home.

Throwing his right hand out like he was pitching a ball, Kyriel sent another burst of the anger toward the foe in the form of a bolt of fire. He had not even known that he could do that. He would have to tell his father about that in his next letter.

That was, of course, if Kyriel got the chance to write another letter. It just now occurred to him that perhaps he would be the one not walking away from this.

The thought came and went quickly though. It no longer mattered to Kyriel; he needed to get this out. If someone's life ended because of it, so be it.