[Jurinjo]

Kyriel's frame trembled under all that rage. He could see the pure hate in his eyes and wondered what spell the angry elf would choose. "Fireball" he said just before using the wand to deflect it up and allowing it to harmlessly dissipate in the air. He made it look easy. Bryn's way of fighting depended not on how much power he had but how to redirect an attack and subvert his enemies. But damn that kid could put power behind it. The ball of flame was compressed making it that deflection difficult- not that Bryn even showed this however.

"Drows teach to harness your rage to power your attacks, but you must not let it cloud your thoughts. You can't overpower me you're still too weak. But I see I was not wrong about your potential Kyriel." He tapped the wand thoughtfully on his lips like a teacher deciding what to do about his student. "Girly or not I respect you more than those three bullies. Good job." he congratulated him with a rare smile with no hint of amusement or ill-intentions. All good will. Bryn casted a quick flash spell and grabbed his things. Leaving Kyriel to his thoughts like any good mystical teacher.