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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Mon Jul 04, 2016 7:21 pm

As soon as Callum spoke up again, Magic spoke shortly after. "Oh look you can speak." Magic crossed his arms over his chest. He wasn't going to take this guy's crap anymore. He might have been right about the stuff with Adeline, but now? He could have been spitting nonsense. He wasn't going to believe any of it unless he got it from the source. Well he wasn't going to believe it fully.

Honestly this was becoming boring to him. It was only insults, and trying to get under his skin from this guy. He had already gotten worked up once he wasn't going to let it happen again, though he was still very angry on the inside. For right now it was better to ignore any wantings to lash out at this guy. He was getting a lot of sort of good information from Callum. While he wasn't giving anything in return. He knew how these exchanges went. He just hadn't been in one for a while so he was caught off guard, there was also the fact that Magic assumed that Callum was a decent guy.

"Coercion huh? I guess it must run in the family. Pretty sure that is what my dad used on my mom. She likes it that way." There was a tad of disgust in his voice at that thought, thin walls gave him that fact. "Anyhow, she always said I took after him, so I guess you would be right about that fact." The winter leaned on another non broken tree. His voice still held some hatred but at this point he was shrugging off anything Callum said.

Love of his life? Barry never mentioned he had a girl friend, nor did he ever mention seeing a girl. So he could only guess Callum was saying this to come up  a reason to dig at Magic. "Are you done yet?" He asked the Sofia student. Magic had his way of doing things, and that was going to change because some wheel chair boy was insulting him. Barry would come to him in his own time. If the death thing was true, then people had different ways of grieving. Barry was doing it his way, he would show up in his own time. "Or are you going to keep attempting to get something out of me? Cause I can tell right now you have jack shit." He wanted to go back to the dorm. He just wanted to go take a rest or go searching through his books again.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Tue Jul 05, 2016 1:37 am

Callum flinched back, the change in his expression subtle from the way his eyes scarcely widened to the way his lips thinned and jaws tensed. Beyond that, it was nothing dramatic or noticeable. Magic had remained unfazed after all of this, nerves unable to be struck or weaknesses to be exploited. Was it the way he was saying everything? Did his inner thoughts project themselves into the words he spoke, even as he tried to restrain them back as much as humanely possible? Why was he so weak all the time? This was completely unacceptable, in more ways than one, never mind the fact that it was in front of someone he was to consider an enemy - or a possible ally in the distant future from the list of prospective students that the terrorists sought out -, but the fact that he couldn't do anything except stand there and stare in disbelief was enough to write all across that he had failed. Very rarely did he actually botch the objectives he was given, let alone this terribly. In the few instances that it was the case, he wouldn't be coming back empty-handed like now. Sure, a few strings had to be pulled for his current ranking, but it wasn't for show. It was the one thing he was useful for. And now?

He didn't even have that. What good was he supposed to be?

Times like these were when he was grateful that he had his visor and headset around. At least then, nobody could see his eyes with the only discernible feature being his mouth. Nobody had to actually see how incapacitated he really was. But he lacked those accessories currently. He let out an exhale, struggling to breath with his throat constricting and refusing to make things easier for him with each passing second, trying to regain his composure. Something like this should be easy to scoff at and deny, so why was he still reeling? Not much time should've passed after all. Pull yourself together. In a split second, he managed to steel himself and slip on a blank mask as though nothing had gone amidst. Oh well, this was an unauthorized mission anyway. It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter. His eyes closed as he whirled around and away from Magic, turning his head back up towards the hidden moon.

The wind blew, leaves drifting beside and scraping him as they collided before changing course with a simple turn, going with the flow of everything. He allowed himself to go over what the other student had said, swallowing down his discomfort and uneasiness. Although Magic seemed to ignore a good portion of what he noted, there was enough addressed that he could make do with it. An itching feeling in his fingers told him to turn around, to stay light on his feet, and get everything over with already. Without a doubt, it wouldn't be hard to persuade the other boy to do it. He had nothing else to pull at, no more straws or tricks up his sleeve. He didn't have to report a failure back to 'base'. Death would be better than the punishment enacted there. But she wouldn't let him die until he had finished what use he had. Always picking him up to use over and over again, never letting him escape. He hated it, but it was all he actually had going for him - someone who required him, even if temporarily. Soon, he too would be thrown away once he fulfilled his purpose as a tool. That was all. That was all it ever was and all it ever should be.

There he went again with his deathly still speechlessness. It was stupid and pathetic. He was used to not getting an edge on things, but for this to be the case was an entirely different scenario. Stripping it down to its bare core was easy enough to say that it wasn't all that contrasting. What was he thinking now? Callum wasn't sure anymore. Everything was a disarray and it hurt, whatever this feeling was supposed to be. It wasn't like he had died yet. Eventually that time would come and he would know it as though it were something as casual as asking someone about the weather. One mission would be especially tailored for him to have that role and they would assign him, the most disposable member in the entire organization. He was used to it, really. What he didn't want however, was for Magic to do the same. Don't look down on me. What kind of dumb plea was that? It was what he deserved. They might as well push him into the mouth of an active volcano and get it over with already.

But they wouldn't. Someone so inferior should suffer with every waking moment and be tormented with nightmares until they were begging for a sweet mercy they would never be able to grasp between their fingertips. That was all. That was all.

Nothing less. Absolutely nothing less.

"... You know, once Vince sided with your mother, you were already abandoned by other people." Callum sighed, resisting any urges to show more weakness from the aching in his arms that only grew to intensify with more and more time. He would have to get it treated unless he wanted to have three useless limbs. One of the healers back there could fix it in no time. Not to mention that they were still working on fixing his accursed legs. A slow process, but it would take time, they said. They'll be as good as new eventually. Just as replaceable as he was, but that was a given. "What need do they have for someone like you still?" He allowed a smug smile to grace his features, vitriol trickling in a rapid flood of sound. Sweet, mellifluous voices filled his ears and he flirted with the idea of simply letting them take over for now. It would be easier, having a backseat to everything. He could feel the nonexistent hands reaching around and caressing his hair, extending over to cover his eyes until nothing but bleakness filled his senses one by one. But they didn't need that for this.

Magic was an idiot, a fool, someone who did things and was constantly up to no good. Everyone blabbered about how great he was and how much potential he had if he swapped sides. A powerful fighter who was more brawn than brain. This encounter was much more proof of that. He wasn't worth the effort and was incompetent with following orders. As if he were one to talk about incompetence. Useless trash. Magic was a failure and a threat to others' lives, yet people still wanted him to live and be there for them just as they were there for him. He could escape death whenever. Just like that.

What was he even still doing here in the forest? He had wasted enough time as is. There was no point in continuing this any further. This was just...

... Oh well.

The morbid feeling in his stomach was only lurching and stimulating itself. Perhaps he could indulge in some more masochism. Callum already knew the answer to that question he asked. It was undeniable. Thinking about it more was futile. It had already been established that Magic was better than him in every way possible. They were of similar backgrounds, yet things were so different. That was just the way it was for those who lived as the scum of the earth.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Fri Jul 08, 2016 10:10 pm

Magic let out a sigh like he was sort of contemplating his question, but it still held something to it that made it sound like he was bored. "Oh I dunno. As far as I can tell no one needs me. I'm just a disaster like you probably already know, and were probably going to taunt me with." He still hated the guy, but he was calm enough to keep it under wraps.

He had always been on his own, and it seemed he would always be. His mother never liked him. After his grandmother died, he was truly on his own. Vince got along with their mother in their younger years. Hell he had a father in his life for a short time. Magic was always left in the shadows, always the one who behaved badly, even though all he wanted was for his mother to be proud of him, and notice him, but that want turned into a malice towards his mother.

"Look. I'm growing tired of this conversation, and honestly I don't want to be around you anymore. Can you make it back to Rosebury on your own or are you going to follow me around and taunt me some more?" That would be fun. Eventually it would grate on his nerves enough were Magic would end up knocking him out and leaving him some place. He honestly just wanted to go back and look at his science stuff or attempt to rest for once. It had been good many days since he had an ounce of sleep.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Mon Jul 11, 2016 2:01 am

He didn't know what he had been expecting from choosing a question that acted like a lure with bait on the end of a fishing rod, tossing it into the lake and waiting for something to take the bite. If anything, Callum had the idea that Magic would've caught onto what he had been getting at and exploit the inquiry with a pain akin to being stabbed in between his fourth and fifth ribs. Magic, at the very least, seemed to have enough sense to recognize his surroundings and use his gift to his advantage to pick up on what others actually meant with the things they said. Perhaps he was holding him with too high expectations - the other student constantly failed at picking up on blatantly obvious cues towards conflicts and situations that were much larger than he would imagine while doing poorly in identifying problems within his own friends, let alone the two people he tried to keep close. For someone who was so renowned for having amazing control with his powers, Magic had the perception skills of a rock.

But that wasn't what set him on edge.

Not at all.

How could Magic so casually say something like that? No one needed him? Absolutely no one? His fingers clenched together into fists, knuckles turning white from sheer force, as he gritted his teeth. Magic should consider self-examination sometime. He was standing there, babbling on and on about how nobody wanted him around and that he was too selfish without so much as a care in the world towards others, save for a select few. Yet, he constantly was trying to protect his friends and even help out when the situation called for it and others needed the extra hands when they couldn't do something alone; for someone who was only concerned for himself, he certainly helped the less fortunate more often than not. Magic even got the package bundle, having power and influence on top of all of that. There were people who looked up to him and wanted him around and would actually give a fucking damn if he died, people who would grieve for him, and people who actually cared. Without thinking, his mind could bring up the names of three that would fit the bill perfectly. Was Magic that ignorant that he couldn't recognize any of this?

At least Magic had bonds and relationships that he could complete. Protection was what provided the basis of everything in a relationship. He protected his gang and Adeline while, in turn, the school safeguarded him and provided him with the care he needed. Within his grasps were the very strings that tied him to the others, strong and sturdy as they continued to be stretched outward, no matter what. They actually liked the violent boy as a person and saw something in him that was appealing and intriguing, that caught their attention enough that they wanted to keep him close by. In a way, he was almost like a magnet. He was a top student, a former prefect, a powerful opponent who proved himself time and time again within the tournaments and gave off that cool and mysterious atmosphere that desperate girls were so fond of. Not to mention being a delinquent. Fitting into so many different crowds, having friends and those who wanted to become his friend, those who sought him out because of his talents... Maybe he was dumber than he looked after all. He really did have no idea how good he had it. A terse breath escaped him, throttled, as Callum tried to keep his aggravation in check. There was no need to let that get the better of him. However, it didn't stop him from sliding a look of raw dislike and contempt towards Magic out of the corner of his eyes.

Magic didn't know what it meant to not be wanted or needed in the world.

Oh, wasn't that quite a shocker. They were thinking along the same lines for once. If he wanted to be honest with himself, it was getting tiring keeping the air to support him to stand and the current discussion was mentally draining and sapping whatever other energy he needed. Instinct told him to shut it off to keep a decent power supply left so that, at best, he would stay conscious for awhile longer, but when that was done, weariness and exhaustion slammed right into him and his legs snapped, half-collapsed as he struggled to keep himself up on one knee. This was stupid and pathetic. Served him right for being absolutely good for nothing.

For a few moments, he thought about what Magic said. Sitting around and mocking the other boy sounded much more tempting than necessary, even if he didn't have anything worthwhile to actually say, though trying to do so would prove difficult in more ways than one. Getting back to Rosebury would be a harsher trek than necessary. He didn't know if it was his own stubbornness or maybe something else, but his answer was straightforward: "I don't need your help." Logic and common sense dictated that he would need Magic to support him on his way back, but Callum would prefer not to resort to that. It wasn't something he wanted, never mind appreciate. He had doubts that Magic would try and assist him anyway, in spite of everything. Magic detested him and the only reason he was still alive now was because he had information that could be offered up.

Callum kept his head bowed and eyes registering only the flashing images of sparking stars and blurring vision as the darkness surrounding him crushed against his body, enveloping it as he was thrown into disorientation. The hair on the back of his neck were standing, hands clammy as blood rushed upward. He wasn't sure how far Magic was as of the current time. It didn't sound like the other student had tried to close the distance between them or take a step forward, but he wasn't sure. His senses were in shambles, a squeezing feeling in his chest accompanied by fuzziness in his brain. Heh. He knew where this was going.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Sat Jul 16, 2016 9:42 pm

Magic could pick up on things, at this time he was choosing not to because he just didn't care. He didn't care about what this guy thought of him or what he was trying to do. He just want to leave and go bury himself in either blankets or books or something that was other than here. Honestly he would rather be doing prefect work instead of being here, but he wasn't a prefect anymore. Also at this point he was saying anything that had a chance of pissing Callum off, and it seemed to be working at least he thought.

The winter just looked at the other boy for a small moment before responding. "Alright then. Have fun with the wolves." Magic said, and turned to walk away but the sound of movement caught his attention and he turned back to the boy who now seemed to be hunched over. Whatever he had must have been effecting him again. Honestly Magic couldn't really care happened to him, but he couldn't exactly let him die either. This was a predicament, but might as well stick around a little longer.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Tue Jul 19, 2016 6:46 pm

... What did Magic say?

His mind registered a string of words lapsed into one incoherent mess, diluting itself to the point where everything seemed to mesh together to form something that could only be considered complete nonsense or gibberish. Callum wasn't even sure if Magic had actually said anything; it could've been a figment of his imagination. After all, there was no way that the other boy wanted to continue their ongoing conversation in any manner of whatsoever. Magic probably had already left at this point, and he was hallucinating in the middle of the forest at the dawn of midnight, alone, as should be. That was how it always was - nothing more, nothing less. He had no one on his side and nobody wanted him by their's. Who would want such a shredded and beaten up doll found in the dumpster when they could get something much better in a pristine condition that was entertaining enough to have a bit of fun? Nobody, that's who, in their right mind or not.

Everything was pounding against him, forcing images to double or triple up. The throbbing and sickening pain only served to make him feel nauseous, exhaustion tumbling back and forth in a never-ending debate on whether or not it would allow him to sink back into darkness and let everything succumb over his figure. Goddammit. Suffering to the very end was something that he was very accustomed to. He'd spent his entire accursed life being tormented and tossed aside to rot away like a corpse covered in maggots, flesh ripping and malformed to an ugly, grotesque state. If there was anything that he loathed besides doing absolutely nothing, it was how susceptible he was to fatigue and displays of weakness. It was pathetic. Why was he even here?

He was created when he never wanted to be born, then he was thrown away when he was found to be useless, and so he regretted being picked up afterwards.

... That's right. He'd be better off never being born in the first place.

Time passed, stretching slowly as if each grain in an hourglass was falling one by one, as his free hand came up to cover half of his face, something he soon found to be a grave mistake. Callum gritted his teeth, forcing his eyes shut to focus the rest of his energy to keeping his consciousness, the one he was clinging onto when the thread was getting ready to snap as the fibers broke loose, awake. How the hell did he forget that arm was broken? It hurt to think, it hurt to breath, it hurt to exist. This was stupid, and he would've found it laughable under different circumstances. A failure like him couldn't even faint properly. That was to be expected, but he just wanted it to stop, for everything to cease to a halt. What "it" was, he wasn't sure at this point. All he could be certain about was that he desired, with everything he had, for it to end.

When he was certain that he would finally give way, it seemed that someone else had other plans. There was a ringing buzz by his ear that he wanted to shut up but couldn't from a combination of his own overexerted strength and that he simply couldn't, that he wasn't allowed to. "My doll..." Already slipping away from him were his ability to feel anything around him, black smudging the edges of his vision as though he were in a tunnel with the only light source being a lousy oil lamp. It wasn't the sort of relief that he had been hoping for, but it was something. "Strike him down if you want to prove yourself useful." At once, his entire consciousness shut down as control over himself was forcibly seized away, the faint glow of blue flickering across his body as though it were a flash traveling through modems and routes only to disappear just as suddenly as it came, enough to give the impression that it was simply an illusion.

Glassy-eyed and devoid of emotions across his face, Callum immediately spun onto his feet with what seemed to be newfound strength, traces of the wearied cripple disappearing, as his arm lashed out in front of him and towards Magic. Air pressure in the atmosphere around the other boy increased almost tenfold in a crushing manner, weighing down like bricks that it should be enough to immobilize his target. He had to be cautious with it, else he risked poisoning the older student with higher oxygen levels, though that wouldn't be much of a loss. It didn't matter anyway. He wasn't in control. The wind was his game and it sung through his veins in a way that would've been considered exhilarating had he been able to actually feel anything.

Everything happened too quickly afterwards.  

A suffocating gale flared out from his frame like a flower bud unraveling each one of its petals without any sense of self-preservation, acting as an impregnable wall. At an inexorable, inhuman speed, he closed the distance between the two of them, aiming a series of kicks in three distinct areas: first at his knees, then at his gut, and finally at his chest. Throughout it all, his eyes remained overshadowed by his bangs.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Fri Jul 22, 2016 9:29 pm

Magic watched the boy for a moment with his arms crossed. He didn't know what to do. He wanted to leave the boy, and let nature take it's course and kill him, or interfere and let him survive. From the way it looked there was no way that this kid would be able to get back on his owns seeing how he could barely stand and the one thing he used to get out here was a mess. The winter's eyes looked around for a moment thinking of a plan of action for going about this. It was a touch choice to make especially seeing how this night was going. Now it seemed it was taking a different direction. Magic let out a sigh and dropped his arms. Before he would have left him, but now? He was still trying to change even if it hadn't been going to plan lately. The decent human being side of him was telling him to help this person even with how things went. 

Mason's attention turned back to the boy, as he swore he saw a flash of blue but as soon as his attention was fully on him, it was gone. Even if it was faint, in a dark forest like this it was easily noticeable, though Magic was sort of questioning if he ever saw it since he was running on basically no sleep in the past few days. Sometimes it was hard to distinguish what he actually saw sometimes. Magic blinked when he saw Callum get up. Oh so he actually could walk. Well then he wouldn't have to worry about him anymore. The boy can obviously make it back himself or at least try. 

Heavy. That was his first thought as he tried to move. He legs shook as they tried to buckle from the pressure he was feeling. He managed to turn again, but he couldn't do any big movements. It was hard to move. He looked at the other boy to see a hand extended in his direction. So he was the cause of this? What a mistake he just made. Magic wasn't ever going to out right attack Callum like this, and Callum never made a move til now so what was going on? He didn't understand. It seemed the other boy had tired of his company just as he had done and was ready for him to leave. Did Callum not want him to leave now? 

Magic gritted his teeth. He couldn't move that well it would be hard to block anything coming his direction. He saw the kick coming. Using sound to force himself to move despite the crushing pressure. He had managed to block the first kick, though the second landed on his gut causing himself to double over for a moment. He could talk hits but the gut was always a weird area. Now the third one was aiming for his head instead of his chest. Using his gift again he moved and blocked the last kick. He would have dodged but it already took a lot to move his arms. Using his gift he emitted a ear splitting shrill noise. Probably driving anything away from the area because of how painful the sound would be.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Sun Jul 31, 2016 12:59 am

It would've been something to consider surprising, how Magic still managed to efficiently utilize his gift in order to maneuver just enough to ward off the attacks under the agonizing weight that threatened to pulverize him into the ground - under normal circumstances. Two blocks out of three was indeed impressive when the levels of pernicious oxygen and pressure were only continuing to rise to a state that could result in fatality, especially considering the momentum and speed that he had been using in the first place to strengthen his attacks, a feat that shouldn't have been remotely possible for a cripple who had been relying on a wheelchair for the past few months after waking up from yet another comatose. That much should've been simple to figure out rather than focusing on the reason behind the attacks, for that didn't matter in any shape or form. Why would it be something to take into significance when all he was doing was following the orders he had been given?

If the other boy's goal had been to possibly disorient and throw the offender off-guard, then he had chosen a poor tactic. However, that was a given - it was something that worked on everyone else after all. Not even so much as a flinch or twitch of discomfort followed; only the resounding silence brought as the air stilled and the ear-splitting screech was halted midway through as his leg lowered itself. Within a split second, he flipped backwards, heels aimed with an unexpected strength towards Magic's chin before landing on both of his feet and good arm for balance, skidding across the forest floor and widening the distance between the two of them.

He didn't bother to check whether or not he got the strikes in, bracing himself to charge back in with a slight shift in position, breaths heavy and ladled with fatigue. The movements were mechanical yet natural, as though they had been something he had been trained to do his entire life with the finesse of a master. Before he could push off the ground and continue the fight however, his entire body was stricken with coughs, heart thumping in its erratic drummer's rhythm, loud enough that one could believe that others around could hear it as well.

Perhaps it had been stimulated by the increase of oxygen in the air or something else. Whatever it was, it didn't matter in the slightest. Like a marionette, his practically limp body was lifted up by the strings attached to it and forced upright. Beads of sweat glistened his forehead in a thin transparent sheen, and he raised his arms him in a fighting stance robotically. A fire from inside refused to burn out, even if he wanted it to.

Gray currents danced in their alluring song as they surrounded him, keeping anyone else away that dared to step any closer like an overprotective mother to their child, caressing his hair and shielding him inside with their arms. They were fizzling on and off, as though they were a street lamp sitting out in the middle of the night on the unfortunate occasion that the power was shutting down before a deafening black-out took its place. Winds roared and drowned out any other white noise, the defining weight flattening itself even more against Magic's shoulders as a column of gales flew towards the target, only to dissipate right before it could batter him with its turbulent waves, air pressure returning to its original state within mere seconds.

His figure trembled uncontrollably, lungs gasping as they were forced to work on overdrive and hyperventilation. The cyclones were persistent in their wake, flaring out like a web, forming squalls in the same manner as ripples created from the disturbances brought upon them. Air wreathed around his arm like a snake in scarcely visible swirls and slowly, as time inched across at a snail's pace, he lifted it to shoot the torrent forward. Once again, it retracted itself before it could hurl at the desired target, the vague shadow that was still there, a person he could sense as a presence and could pinpoint the position exactly yet couldn't find the proper energy to land the attacks that he was being forced to play on; everything about it was weak, save for the violent barrier surrounding him.

Yet even that was faltering.

An aureate lambency scintillated from his neck, separating as they raced across each of his limbs, in their futile attempts to find a resurgence of power. Head lowered, he managed to stumble forward by a fraction, only to fail in the motion as the threads that supported each and every movement he made snapped. Everything about him tensed as control over himself coursed through every fiber before he went still. A string of unintelligible words managed to give themselves a voice in the form of a suppressed whisper. His eyes were already shut closed before Magic could get a glimpse of them, body crumpled to the floor like a bag of garbage. The once impenetrable force field of zephyr gradually scattered, leaving the collapsed boy vulnerable in his current condition.

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PostSubject: Re: A Wish to the Starry Sky [closed]   Sun Aug 14, 2016 6:46 pm

Magic used his gift to push him backwards as he narrowly avoided the heel to his chin. If that had hit, then he probably would have ended up with a broken jaw. He had dealt with worse before, but he didn't need to go back to the dorm with a broken jaw and have Lamia question it. That was the last thing he needed. After what he had learned? He didn't need her wasting more time on him. He didn't need to have her shorting her life because of something so stupid.

The winter glared down his now opponent, as he readied himself for the outsider to make another move again, but he soon collapsed. Mason lowered his guard slightly but he didn't let it drop fully. There was no way in hell. Seeing how he was already caught off guard once. He didn't even move to help the boy who was clearly suffering. He didn't trust him at all now. Even if he was sick, even if he was weak.

The winter tried to move back when the boy stood like a puppet again. He couldn't move to much only enough to avoid attacks. He could only brace himself for another attack as he watched the Sofia student move. He saw the attack coming but he didn't feel anything besides a small gush of wind. Mason clenched his teeth as he tried to move under the pressure that he was feeling, but he didn't get very far only maybe a little further back. Then he felt another gust of wind. Then everything was gone. The pressure was gone, he could breathe normally. The winter stood up straight making sure everything was able to move properly.

The winter looked down at the now collapsed boy. "Nope." He said to himself. "If you can do that, then you can deal with being out here by yourself." He knew the boy wouldn't respond. He looked back to the boy for a split second before waving him off and leaving the forest.

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