Nicolas was in a trance. Everybody kept pulling him by the collar of his shirt. He barely heard a word of what the guy had said. The brute had slightly touched his headphones; additionally, everyone was pushing him into a corner. The situation was becoming closed-spaced and Nicolas was not having it. This moment felt a lot similar to the orphanage.

 Nicolas twitched a bit and adjusted his headphones. He silently breathed and placed his hands on his lap. "I NEED MY PERSONAL SPACE!" The teen suddenly yelled and brought his hands to his side. He immediately clapped his hands creating a circular sound force around his hands. The room around him was knocked down as so was he. 

 Nicolas picked himself up from the broken debris of the train's wall and dusted himself off. He continued walking down the trashed hallway of the train,  but then he halted his movements and turned back. "Oh, wait. Did you say Guild mages?"