I didn't want to think.

That... the first time I knew I just let myself go. Definitely wasn't the last time either, no. Now, I can barely remember what even happened that day. I just knew that something really bad happened.

If I can recall details... well, I was screaming wildly, and I proved myself resilient to a screeching that affected everyone else. Everything was going to hell quickly, and I knew we were losing this battle badly. Only five days into this adventure, and we didn't even go down fighting. It wasn't against Desia or some otherworldly evil. It was just against a bunch of thugs. I supposed they deserved it, but clearly not like this.

I remember myself facing the world, two magnets spinning in front of me faster than a propeller of a plane. A small gust around me had formed, followed by a darkening of the battlefield. Yes, somehow the battlefield actually started to get darker. Lightning that sounded like cracked wailing rang in my ears, and presumably was real considering that my team mates were running. "This is my world. You are not welcome in my world!" The only one insane enough to stick by me and follow up my previous instructions was Kamina. He just stood his ground, before drenching everything and everyone with a torrent of water from his mouth. I expected it to hurt, but no; presumably it wasn't a move or anything.

I had... dark thoughts. Well, more like murderous thoughts that didn't sound like me. But, the more I think about it... again, that's why I don't want to think. Really. I imagined death, pain, fire... all at once. I literally created hell in my head. With that in mind, I quickly followed up Kamina's use of water. Everyone was now surprised, their faces turning to horror when a small spark of electricity forced all of Team Zan to twitch.

"Sorry lads. This one's for me." I cast lightning from my magnets, spinning so hard that my 'joints' would continue aching for hours. Suddenly everything was a musical cascade of yellow thorns swirling in the air, a smell of charcoal and screams in the air, followed by dead silence. I still ask myself what I did that day, 'cause I don't want to bloody remember.