[On the contrary, sir, he's restraining himself. Of course, he forgets as the dummies converge, starved for a battle and ravenous then. His flames can be heard, every shimmering pop. Lavender hues swirl to luminous life, and he flares as the tonfa go spinning through "flesh", powered and quick as a squall, flashing teeth.
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He's glad as a clam, but as frenzied as sharks.
He's nearly forgotten his elder, his test.]