'I'll show them.' I thought to myself.
"I can teach you my language. Repeat after me; Demon Light!" I said, trying to replicate his snotty act.
"Demon Light? What's that?" He asked, tilting his head a little to the side.
I raised my palm to the front of his face and a Sorcerers Circle appeared on the palm of the glove of my Defenders uniform and before long an extremely bright flash of light with little purple sparks blasted out of my palm and right into the snotty brats face.
"Yeah! Heh Heh!!" The old bearded man cheered out.
"Who the hell are you cheering for, uncle!?" The snotty brat screamed out with a crack in his voice.
Whether or not he was a terrorist responsible for killing thousands of innocent Elbakorians, he was still really just a child about the age of fifteen.
