Skyla gulped nervously as she clenched her fingers tight and looked at Tristan. Even though she was glad that she protected Casper, she was trembling inside.
'Aaaah… what should I do now?' Skyla screamed inside while maintaining a vehement expression.
She could still feel the after-effects of twisting Tristan's hand… she didn't know how, but suddenly, out of the blue, rage took over her as she broke his hand and kicked him away from Casper.
'Right' Skyla thought understandingly, 'It's just like the saying'
'What was it again?' she rubbed her chin thoughtfully when she remembered, 'Ah!'
"No beast is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his rage" she mumbled as she looked down at her hands.
'Was she able to use his power for a second?' she wondered as she gripped her fists tight.
But she couldn't scatter the edginess that was beginning to overwhelm her.
