I closed my eyes for a moment, needing to concentrate a little of my magic. I imagined two flower tattoos on my shoulders that would work to keep me in this form until I un-cast the spell. It would potentially leave a marking on my shoulders but at least my secret wouldn't be revealed.
I opened my eyes, noticing that I now appeared to be winning as Andrew's power began to flicker. Their exhaustion was apparent as sweat began to roll down the sides of their faces and their panting breaths were frequent and uneven.
Ugh, this is getting fucking stupid. The more time this is taking, the more frustrated and angry I am getting. This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't be taking all the burden because Zane wants to impress his new group of friends, which makes no fucking sense when it results in us getting poor grades. How the fuck is that fair to Maximus and I? It just wasn't fair!
My mana pushed forward, my internal rage fueling it to become stronger with each passing second; my hands trembled with power.
"Jinn?! The aftershock!" Maximus reminded but I couldn't care less.
A few bruises would at least get me a passing grade, unlike these guys who I'd ensure hit the back wall so they would think twice about messing with me again.
You want to see power? I’ll show you fucking power!
My magic vibrated through me and my wand began to illuminate, as if the power I was attempting to push through it was too much for it to hold, making it shake in my grip. The gold sunflowers began to glow and the wand stabilized, making the flames come out in a solid flow of energy, more focused than its wild release before.
"GUYS, use more magic, dammit! You're gonna be flung out of the arena by the aftershock!" Nick shouted.
His teammates grunted in response, trying to channel more magic but it was doing nothing compared to mine which was still at full blast. The ball of energy grew and grew until it looked like on the verge of exploding.
"ZANE! Make a fucking wind sheet!" Maximus ordered but I couldn't look back to see what he did before the ball burst.
My body was flung back like I had been kicked in the gut and hit something rock solid. The air left my lungs in a rush and I hit my head so hard I thought I heard a crack before I fell to the ground.
"JINN!"
I tried to concentrate on who was calling but my hands clutched my head in agony and I was unable to focus.
Fuck, ow, ow , ow .
I felt a weird sensation run through me and I tensed, realizing I was so fucking screwed. I didn't move and prayed to the heavens I wouldn't go into seizure mode.
You'd think there would be a spell to prevent that from happening. There was one to delay it. Jeez magic creators, get with the program in the health department .
I felt something touch me but flinched away, scared it would trigger the onset of tremors that would rattle through my body sooner or later.
"Fuck. Move!" Logan's hard voice sounded so far away, but I was scared by the anger that laced his words.
"Jinn?" He called my name so softly, it helped with my spike of anxiety, which at this point was more manageable than the pulsating pain that vibrated through my head like someone was purposely using a hammer against my skull.
I did my best to ignore the sensation of warm liquid running down my head or how cold I was. It was at least comforting to know I wouldn't be exposed because I’d done that spell.
I'd stay in this form at least until I was somewhere safe. Well, that's what I prayed for anyway.
"Shit, he's bleeding." I heard Brax call out, followed by the shuffling of footsteps.
"We need to take him to the nurse now before he has a seizure." Logan sounded insistent and worried.
"Seizures? Fuck, Jinn gets seizures?" Maximus fumed.
"Alice is saying something happened when he was a kid. He hit his head after an incident which resulted in him getting seizures from time to time. But she's saying the head impact is going to trigger one," Kage explained quickly.
"Braxton, hold his legs, Maximus, keep his head stable. I can teleport us there. Logan, hold on to my shoulder. Kage, can you meet us there? I can't take anyone else like this."
It took me a few seconds to realize the anger-laced voice was Nixon, as it sounded so unlike his usual calm or bored voice.
"Ms. Landsford is coming...maybe we should wai—“
"Zane, I don't want to hear a word from you right now," Nixon snapped.