The Healer's Unintended Aura
"It was just… a different way of using mana. One you haven’t learned yet."
Goran barked a laugh, a harsh, grating sound. "Oh, the 'Nothing-Ball' boy is going to teach us magic now? That’s rich. He thinks he’s so smart, Jax."
"You think you’re so smart, don't you?" Jax stepped closer, pressing the glowing tip of his stave against Bima’s chest. Bima could feel the heat, the crude, unrefined mana pushing against his tunic, a dull ache beginning to form. "Think you can just waltz in and change the rules? This academy has a hierarchy, Bima. And you’re at the very bottom. Where you belong, you worthless piece of—"