He laughs, too, rolling his eyes as he raises a hand to start collecting shards and a couple of the crates they fought with. The latter might be a bit of over-kill, really, but he figures it's better to be safe than sorry, and besides. If he puts the last of his need for violence into destroying things that need to be destroyed, he figures he'll be back at a hundred percent. Hopefully.
Setting his pile down in front of him, he holds his hands out in front of him, palms towards the debris. Then, with a particularly vicious face, gold light errupts from his hands, reducing the stack of shards and crates to a pile of smoking ash. He breathes, curling his fingers into fists, and then turns his attentions to Claire, raising his eyebrows at her, wordlessly.
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Date: 2008-12-24 05:17 pm (UTC)Setting his pile down in front of him, he holds his hands out in front of him, palms towards the debris. Then, with a particularly vicious face, gold light errupts from his hands, reducing the stack of shards and crates to a pile of smoking ash. He breathes, curling his fingers into fists, and then turns his attentions to Claire, raising his eyebrows at her, wordlessly.