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Pulling one's punches, a concept Casper was somewhat unaware of. Magic functioned along another set of rules than physical combat. Zatanna had taught the boy how to focus his dark spells into less lethal effects, but taking it further than that was still an impossibility. How would it go if he fought his teammates? One that wasn’t Alisa. What would they do if struck by the Necrotic forces running through Hex? Learned paralysis was imminent, which was a better outcome than death, naturally. If truth was to be told, he did not particularly enjoy sparring. Perhaps a ridiculous point to present, but equally so, Casper was quite afraid of his magic coming in contact with Black Canary. Necromancy wasn’t a whimsical force, it wasn’t flashy magic causing superficial injuries and prompting quips in return. It was death magic, the darkest spellcraft yet presented. Following his recruitment by Zatanna, Hex had deliberately chosen to avoid delving into the physical side of Necromancy. Blood, flesh, decay, and bones. Where Casper was able to alter his soul magic into less fatal results, the same could not be said of the other aspect. Pulling his punches, as Viktor and Talon had stated, was not an option. 

In a way, Casper was going against his nature every single time he denied himself the deadly touch of Necromantic chaos. A sword swung and still sheathed. Yet, the boy’s mother congratulated him for this. 
                   
                         [i]’Your powers are your own. Wield Death as you see fit.’[/i]

Clenching his teeth, Casper averted that phantasmal gaze. How long until this argument was aimed at him? If the Wraith’s father witnessed this, a boy suppressing his magic, extreme disappointment would soon follow. However, that begged the question. Why on earth would Hex care? His father had plunged a dagger into the Wraithborn’s heart, robbed him of life, and replaced every fiber of Casper being with the element of death. Hex recalled once coming across a peculiar title in regards to his species. An elemental. A Death Elemental.

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A brief moment passed alongside a flinch, the grass beneath Casper’s feet withering to dust, wind soon sweeping faded particles into the air. He was lost in thought again, darkness penetrating his mind with results seeping onto the surface. [color=FFE4C4]”S-sorry..,”[/color] the ghostly boy stuttered, fumbling back somewhat as large, spectral orbs swept across his teammates. 

“Dude, you messed up the grass!” Coal exclaimed, flying atop Casper’s head, beady eyes narrowed at the small patch of dead vegetation beneath the Wraith.

[color=FFE4C4]”I didn’t mean to..,”[/color] Hex returned, a mellow expression presenting itself upon his face. 

“You’ve been off your game for a while now, something’s up.” The crow challenged, its beak lightly hitting Casper on the forehead.

A momentary slip-up, a brief second of losing control. [i]’What if that was a teammate?’[/i] Hex clenched his fist, the boy’s claws nearly digging into his flesh. Talon had hurt Daphne because he lost control. Viktor was present enough to maintain it. Was Casper? Turning his attention towards the other group, Hex hoped for this sparring session to reach its conclusion. Something was in his head, and while ignoring it was far better than chasing after the spectral chimes ringing within, he was starting to feel himself grow more susceptible to insecurity. Something was attempting to push him in the direction he had so vehemently opposed. [color=FFE4C4]”I’m just tired..,”[/color] a lie, and a bad one, but Coal knew better than to make a scene in front of the others. Very specific circumstances were required for Casper to grow fatigued, mainly attempting to reach beyond his current capabilities, and that certainly had not transpired, yet.