[((___jade___))>]

The deflection of his attack was discouraging, but it only fueled Kyriel's rage. The more he thought about it, the more times he came to the conclusion that he was no match for the Drow and that he was wasting his time and energy. This battle was only going to end in Kyriel being killed or badly injured, from what he could see.

Kyriel's only thought on the Drow's words were that he did not care since he was not being taught by Drows, but he decided not to voice the thought. He was too close to hyperventilating to say much anyway.

Realizing that he was about to leave him, Kyriel dropped to the ground as his head told him to, sending the energy through the ground this time. He was just barely too late, though the ground still shook and and a crack shot across the dirt from his hands.

Letting out an irritated grunt as he watched the Drow leave, Kyriel felt the urge to follow. His mother's voice rang in his head though. Something about not being any better than the bullies if he bullied people back. He knew that he could not just go against what his mother said. It made sense, anyway.

The raw fury finally cooled off within Kyriel, which proved to be a more tiring experience than he had expected. Relief had been what he had expected, not this.

Crumpling into himself, Kyriel's knees hit the ground, though he hardly felt it. Arms hugging his stomach, he let out a soft moan. His bed was calling him from across the campus, but he had not figured out how he was going to get there. Now would be a good time to know how to magically teleport himself, though even if he knew how, he was probably too weak to perform a feat at such a distance anyway. Maybe if he just stayed there for a bit, he could muster up enough energy for the walk...