Beware a Dragon Rider out of control.

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[He was heartbroken, frustrated, angry, depressed, hurt, and tired. All the emotions that he normally kept bottled up, all the control that he valued, everything he was and is and forever shall be screamed at him. He couldn't tell what direction was up. His own expectations of his life, the pressure of being the youngest of the Dragon Riders, it had never gotten to him before. But being here, in this place. Falling in love with not one but two people and to realize that the both of them were already taken. Everything had formed one maelstrom of emotion, one trigger that was already pushed.

He'd sought refuge in the training room, losing himself to the motions of his blades, but he couldn't run forever. As he fluidly and quickly moved from kata to kata, stance to stance, imaginary enemy to imaginary enemy, power, his own and that granted to him from being soul bonded to Zanren leaked out of his hands, his feet, his hair. It swirled and twirled around his body, raising higher and higher, stronger and stronger. It needed a release. It sought and sought, and he fought for control; but how can one control power that seeks destruction? With a scream of utter defeat, Roxas collapsed to his knees as the power exploded outward, sending a devestating effect through the training room. Lights exploded, all equipment destroyed, the walls and ceiling caved. And in the midst of it all, protected by his own out of control power, sat Roxas, his head on his bent knees, sobbing.]

[ooc: sorry, feeling slightly out of control myself, and this boy was definitely due for some angst.]