Ever since standing up again Adam was cursing himself out mentally. His reaction had been rash and idiotic and now his head was even worse. He should be better than this, more controlled, more aware, more something that doesn't fly off the handle like that. All of this mental ranting was in the back of his mind however, as really it was almost too painful to try and form thoughts at the moment.

 He was used to spell’s backfiring on him, his body was littered with the scars of times he had had it happen, some were even there from times he had done it intentionally to try and learn from them, but six spells backfiring as one? That was a whole new world of pain, that fact he was standing was a testament to his hard earned endurance.

Another thing that spoke of the drive that was the other core facet of Adam’s character was the fact that there was a part of him seeing if this had brought about any interesting results. Examining himself as thoroughly as he could fighting through the pain to try and gleam if anything useful had been earned from this accident. Unfortunately something had been noticed. 

Part of the backlash had off set Adam’s ability to distinguish what it was he was touching, because of this he was starting to notice a rather odd and profound thing. The air was alive with Karma as was the ground underneath his feet, the loss of one sense had allowed another to grow and adapt. He was still trying to make sense of this when someone had stepped in front of him, and for a moment they blinded him as he noticed the Xi and Sakra flowing through them. Reflexively he closed off his magical awareness; it was too bright for him to deal with at the moment.

“‘Adam? Hey, what happened back there?’”

Adam blinked rapidly trying to focus on the person in front of him; his vision swam as he did. Once again he cursed at himself for his recklessness. He knew he was suffering from multiple backlashes but he had went and fired off another spell and made it all worse. Blinking once more he willed his vision to still long enough to see who had talked to him.

“Aoife?” He asked more to himself as he finally placed his fellow students face “I could use the help” he added through grit teeth, talking hurt, seems his throat had partially dehydrated it’s self as well. Taking another deep breath he leaned on Aofie for support suddenly realizing just how much his body was despising him at the moment. 

“I've got a new record I think though, six spells at once, can’t wait for the rumor mill to get ahold of that” He said with a humorless chuckle well aware of what the both the students and the teachers would think of him after learning that he had both allowed six spells to fail and that he survived the six spells failing. If he wasn't already known for stuff like this no one would believe it.