Cyr growled at the boy once more. The rage beggining to build up inside him as pain seared through his arm. He swung at the child, his fist enveloped in blue, telepathic energy. The fist connected with the boy's chest, who - in turn, was hurled back a few yards, flumping to the floor as he got up.
The boy looked at Cyr for a moment, before he just began to laugh insaneley, his voice echoing throughout the ruins of the academy. "Heheaha.. Ehahehah... Hahahaha.... Ahah... Ahah! AHAHEAHAH! AHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAAEHAEHAHAEAHHHHH!" (( I suck at writing laughing. ))
Cyr grunted, propelling himself forward with telepathic energy, seeming like a lion pouncing on his pray as his fist connected with a shield of ice formed infront of him. He winched with pain, pulling the fist away. He concentrated, and the ice shattered before him. The boy was leaning against the wall casually. Giggling.
Cyr closed his eyes once more, then opened them. They were fully red. His body consimed by rage as his trenchcoat flew behind him. However, it seemed more... controled than last time, less power was radiating from him.
Cyr moved his hand infront of him, and tossed the boy up into the air suddenly. He landed behind Cyr with a thud. The child got up, and just started to laugh again.
"Shut up, boy." Cyr growled at him, he peered up and down his frame - no bruises? The force placed against him was enough to break bones - yet the child seemed unscathed.
Cyr felt his arm begin to go numb, and cursed. His entire world swayed before him as he looked down to the wound. "W-What is this...?" He murmered, coughing weakly. "P-poision?"
He toppled backwards, his entire world blacking out as he slept.
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