Cyr peered down at the man, electricity still flowing around his arms. Soon, blue, pshycic energy intertwined with it. Turning the white thunder into a deep, azure blue. Cyr peered at the ball, and cursed. Mustering up as much strength as he could, he tried to negate it with what appeared to be a massive beam of lightning, encased into the beam-like shape with a "Tube" of phsycic energy, trying to blast into the wind and spray it apart. Releasing the energy as soon as it connected to the wind. Trying to dissapate it completeley as the thunder flayed everywhere. Cyr cursed slightly, not perceiving this, he quickly put up a phsycic barrier around the other students. Not wanting to harm them in the crossfire.
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