[b]DONOVAN HORSKA[/b]

Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic but holy fucking shit. 

There was blinding flash of red, infinitely more brilliant than anything Donovan’s rune had ever achieved. After the initial flash, Donovan saw that the light was coming from Glasses’ hand and his own. Now this is what he came to magic school for! He had to admit, Glasses caught him off guard. The sheer surprise of it all allowed the nerd to shove Donovan off his feet and suddenly onto the grass. Donovan grinned even as he felt the air leave his chest. Hah, the guy had some real fire in him. There was no way he would have seen this coming.

[color=f26522]“Struck a nerve, eh?”[/color] Donovan taunted cockily.

Glasses had obviously never been in a proper fight before, one that he had won anyway. His attention was divided between Donovan’s throat and the string in Donovan’s hand. Don went along with it for a bit, whipping around his hand with the string to stall while grabbing at the wrist of the hand on his throat to make sure he didn’t get choked out. It wasn’t particularly hard, Glasses had just about the strength of a paper bag flapping in the wind. In the meantime, Don prepared to flex his own magical muscles. He concentrated and waited for the moment that he would absolutely ruin this guy’s day and … nothing. Instead of the usual wave he felt murkiness, a pathetic puff of energy. His rune indicated the same, emitting a dull glow unlike the flare from mere minutes earlier. In contrast, the red mark on Glasses’ hand and his own only shone brighter.

Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. Ever since his powers emerged, there were never any situations were worth it. But now, with this feeling of sudden inability, it brought out something terrible in him. He couldn’t feel anything outside his physical bounds. But inside, he was definitely feeling something.

Donovan’s grin dropped and he roared. Ignoring the hand on his throat, Don grabbed the fucking Glasses Freak by the head and slammed it sidewards into the ground. 

[color=f26522]“You. Are. FUCKING. DEAD.”[/color]

With the piece of shit on the ground where he belonged, Donovan pulled his fist back, ready to inflict much more damage when a weird sound ripped him from his fervour. It sounded like something running towards them. A large dog maybe? Then the roar sounded and Donovan turned his head to see a puma lunging at them. 

[color=f26522]“…the fuck?”[/color]

Donovan Horska rarely ever felt panic. But with an airborne puma mere metres from them and absolutely no time to get out of the way, maybe it was time to start feeling it.

[@Riffus Maximus] [@January]