I've been sick

[Nox]

Nox grinned at Cain. "You blow things up. I blow things up. He doesn't know what he's good at yet. He could have healed someone, used a listening trick, hell he could have been invisible when he most wanted to be during some moment in his recent past. We don't know. A ball of light is simple. It's two threads, in a simple weave. He's not struggling because he can't. He's struggling because he's thinking too much."


Nox got up and sat down on the floor next to Cruz on the opposite side of Rachel. He grinned at Cain who looked a little miffed at not being able to play along. Nox dropped the ball of light and erected a thin wall of air in front of Cain, just a hairs breath from the tip of his nose and in the seconds it solidified, Nox threw a fireball at his friend. The fire spattered and sputtered as it crashed into the air. Nox hoped it would cause enough fear in the man to let him grasp the power and join in.

He didn't wait to find a reaction as he turned his attention back to Cruz who was now staring at Nox with his jaw gaping open. "Don't think about what goes where. Just make it do it. You can't be passive with the power. You must control it. Or it'll wash you away with it. It will burn you up and there will be nothing left of you. It doesn't want you to control it. It will defy you at every turn. Bend it to your will."
Nox knew he sounded like a psychopath talking about the power, but that was how it was.