The School of the Arcane was less a building and more a living entity, its obsidian towers and crystal spires breathing in the perpetual mists of the valley like some ancient, slumbering beast. The air within its hallowed halls hummed with tent energies, a symphony of crackling spells and nascent powers. For the children who called it home, it was a sanctuary, a forging ground. For Hugo, it was a very delicate hunting preserve.

  Professor Hugo Vance, new to the History of Arcane Warfare department, presented as quiet, schorly, with an unnerving calm that students often mistook for disinterest. He wore tweed jackets, antique spectacles perched on his nose, and carried a worn leather satchel filled with innocuous textbooks. His eyes, however, missed nothing. They were the eyes of Agent Obsidian, a man whose mind was a byrinth of calcuted probabilities and whose touch could unravel the very fabric of an opponent’s will.

  His gift, or perhaps his burden, was the ability to inflict a myriad of status effects through myriad means: a precise touch, a sustained gnce, or even a subtly moduted whisper. Bleed wasn't just physical; it could be a psychological erosion, a draining of morale. Charm wasn't just attraction; it was a subtle twisting of perception, a whisper of false logic. Confusion, poison, fear, disorientation, lethargy, paranoia – his arsenal was vast, his application precise, and his goal utterly ruthless: to find the exceptional. The "special force" he was tasked with assembling required more than raw power. It needed resilience, adaptability, a moral compass that pointed true even under duress, and an innate understanding of teamwork. He was looking for leaders, strategists, and anchors – individuals who could operate under extreme pressure, knowing their own minds and bodies could turn against them at any moment.

  Hugo began his tenure by immersing himself in the school's rhythms. He observed students in the echoing lecture halls, during lunch in the Grand Refectory where levitating trays served magically conjured meals, and most crucially, in the sprawling training arenas where powers were honed and tested. Every interaction was an appraisal, every casual gnce a diagnostic.

  His first target for observation, though not yet a confirmed candidate, was Mary Solstice. A wielder of formidable telekinetic powers, Lyra was a contained whirlwind of potential, often manifesting as chaotic bursts of energy. She could lift entire training dummies with a thought, then accidentally send a teacup skittering across the table in the same breath. She was isoted, her immense power making others wary. Hugo noted her frustration, her deep-seated desire for control. During a practical session where Lyra was struggling to contain a cascade of arcane energy, Hugo, walking past, subtly shifted his gaze. A minute, almost imperceptible wave of disorientation washed over Lyra. She stumbled, her concentration wavered, and the energy field she was maniputing fred wildly before colpsing. She looked around, dazed, bming the momentary dizziness on a pse in focus. Hugo simply nodded, making a mental note: Susceptible to mental disruption, but recovers quickly. Needs to build a stronger mental anchor.

  Then there was Kael Emberforge. A true hothead, Kael was a master of pyrokinetics. His fmes danced and roared, beautiful and destructive. He was fiercely loyal to his friends but prone to impulsive decisions. Hugo watched him during a sparring match against a student specializing in ice manipution. Kael’s fury was a weapon, but also a weakness. As Kael lunged with a torrent of fire, Hugo, from the observation deck, let a faint, almost subliminal agitation ripple across the arena. Kael’s movements became slightly jerkier, his aim marginally off, his temper fring more intensely than usual. He missed his mark, overextended, and was momentarily encased in ice. He thawed himself out with a groan, cursing his own impatience. Votile personality, easily provoked. Needs emotional discipline. But, immense offensive potential.

  Seraphina Veris was different. Her power was subtle, an empathic field that could soothe or disrupt, nullify or amplify. She was often seen mediating disputes, a calming presence among the votile student body. Her quiet strength intrigued Hugo. He approached her during a library session, feigning interest in an ancient tome. As she reached for a book, his hand brushed hers. A fleeting, almost imperceptible surge of doubt flickered through her. Her hand hesitated. She looked at the book, then at him, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before it cleared. She chose a different book. Highly perceptive, sensitive to internal states. Strong emotional resilience, but can be subtly influenced. Excellent potential for support or counter-agent.

  Finally, Rhys Thorne, a master illusionist and a quick, almost teleporting, shadow-stepper. Rhys was cunning, witty, and notoriously elusive. He preferred to outsmart rather than overpower. Hugo caught him in the courtyard, practicing intricate illusions that shimmered and wavered in the sunlight. Hugo approached, ostensibly to ask about a historical detail Rhys had mentioned in css. As Rhys turned, Hugo’s gaze held his for a fraction longer than necessary. A ripple of faint paranoia touched Rhys. He gnced over his shoulder, frowned, and his illusion of a shimmering butterfly flickered, revealing the empty air behind it. He quickly reformed it, dismissing the feeling as a trick of the light. Sharp mind, adaptable. Mental fortitude needs testing under sustained pressure. Potential for infiltration and strategic misdirection.

  These four, among a select few others, emerged as the most promising. But the real test was yet to come. The school’s annual ‘Grand Arcane Simution’ was approaching – a week-long scenario designed to push students to their limits, testing their powers, teamwork, and decision-making under simuted crisis conditions. This was Hugo’s primary assessment ground.

  The simution was announced: “The Scourge of Aethelred’s Shadow.” The premise: a malevolent, shadowy entity had invaded the school, corrupting artifacts and turning students against each other. The goal was to secure key magical nodes, cleanse corrupted areas, and ultimately banish Aethelred’s Shadow. For Hugo, it was an ideal testing ground. He was assigned as an ‘oversight’ professor, free to move through the simuted zones.

  The first day was chaos. Students, divided into teams, navigated magically altered corridors and encountered projections of corrupted creatures. Lyra's team stumbled into a chamber where a powerful illusion of a monstrous beast awaited. Lyra, overwhelmed, was on the verge of unleashing an uncontrolled telekinetic bst that could have shattered the simuted environment and endangered her teammates. Hugo, observing from a hidden vantage point, subtly extended his power. A focused wave of calm washed over Lyra, not enough to nullify her panic, but enough to bring a sliver of crity. She took a deep breath, her eyes clearing, and instead of a wild bst, she concentrated her power into a precise, contained telekinetic pulse that disrupted the illusion without colteral damage. Her teammates stared, impressed. Responds to subtle external influence for focus. Can achieve precision under pressure if guided.

  Kael’s team was deep within the 'corrupted' library, facing a horde of animated spectral books. Kael, true to form, was incinerating them with reckless abandon, but his teammates, a water elementalist and a stone shaper, were struggling to keep up with his pace, nearly getting caught in his fiery crossfire. Hugo saw an opportunity. He subtly wove a thread of fatigue into Kael’s aura. Kael’s movements slowed, his fmes flickered, and he gasped for breath. His initial reaction was frustration, but then he looked at his struggling teammates. Forced to slow down, he started coordinating, creating protective firewalls for the elementalist’s water torrents and melting obstacles for the stone shaper. He even used a controlled burst of heat to dry out a water-logged passage for the elementalist. Can adapt when physical limits are imposed. Capable of teamwork when forced to consider others.

  Later, in a 'negotiation' scenario with a simuted corrupted Professor Eldrin, Seraphina’s empathetic skills were put to the test. The simuted Eldrin was radiating immense agitation and hostility, a projection Hugo was covertly enhancing. Seraphina tried to soothe him, her aura radiating calm, but the Professor's simuted fury only grew. Hugo watched, intrigued. Seraphina, pushed to her limits, closed her eyes, and her own aura fred, pushing back with immense empathic force, a wave of pure emotional crity that temporarily broke through Hugo’s augmented agitation. The simuted Eldrin faltered, his hostility momentarily repced by confusion, allowing Seraphina’s team to bypass him. Immense mental fortitude against external influence. Not easily broken. A counter to mental attacks.

  Rhys, meanwhile, was tasked with breaching a secured 'arcane vault.' He was using his illusions and shadow-stepping to bypass ser grids and automated golems. Hugo decided to escate. As Rhys was phasing through a wall, Hugo subtly infused the air around him with a sense of custrophobia and disorientation. The walls seemed to close in, the air grew thick, and his sense of direction skewed. Rhys stumbled, his shadow-step faltered, and he found himself briefly tangled in a ser grid. He cursed, sweat beading on his brow. Instead of panicking, he immediately created an illusion of himself in three different pces, confusing the targeting systems, then, with a burst of determination, he used his st burst of energy to teleport clear, shaking off the lingering effects. Highly adaptable under pressure. Can overcome mental distress through cunning and raw will. Good at improvisation.

  Mid-week, a glitch occurred. A real, though minor, arcane anomaly manifested during the simution, a wild energy surge that turned a training golem genuinely aggressive, not just simuted. It charged, eyes glowing with uncontrolled power, straight for a group of first-year students. Hugo reacted instantly. He was too far to physically intervene without blowing his cover.

  He focused his will. A wave of profound lethargy washed over the golem, slowing its charge to a crawl. Then, a pulse of subtle confusion made it hesitate, its targeting systems stuttering. This gave just enough time for Lyra, who had been nearby, to react. Seeing the genuine threat, she manifested a controlled kinetic shield, deflecting the golem's ponderous swing. Kael, alerted by the commotion, roared, and unleashed a perfectly aimed burst of fire that weakened the golem’s core. Seraphina, sensing the panic, projected a wave of calming empathy over the younger students, keeping them from stampeding. Rhys, seeing an opening, shadow-stepped behind the golem and expertly dislodged its power core.

  The golem cttered to the ground, inert. Professor Eldrin, supervising the simution, approached, his eyes sharp. "A fascinating dispy, Hugo," he said, observing the inert golem. "The students reacted admirably. And the golem's sudden… malfunction… was quite fortuitous for their training." His gaze lingered on Hugo for a moment too long.

  Hugo smiled smoothly. "Indeed, Headmaster. The unpredictability of true arcane energy is a lesson best learned in a controlled environment." He felt a prickle of unease. Had Eldrin suspected? Or was it just the Headmaster's usual shrewdness? He had to be more careful.

  He decided on more direct, but still covert, one-on-one tests. He called Rhys to his office, ostensibly to discuss his performance. As they talked, Hugo subtly infused the room with a faint dread. Rhys's posture stiffened, his eyes darting. He spoke faster, his usual wit repced by a subtle anxiousness. Hugo then casually mentioned a theoretical scenario: "What if you were separated from your team, and your powers began to falter, perhaps a strange draining sensation?" As he spoke, he projected a mild fatigue effect onto Rhys. Rhys visibly slumped, his brow furrowed. But then, he straightened, his eyes hardening. "Then I'd adapt," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Illusions are not just about showing what isn't there, Professor. They're about hiding what is there. I'd become the shadow, and find my way back." He had pushed through the fatigue, his will stronger than the subtle effect. Exceptional mental resilience and strategic thinking under duress.

  With Lyra, he discussed her control issues. "Your power is immense, Lyra," he began, "but raw power often cks direction. What if, in a moment of extreme stress, your control fractured, and your own power turned against you?" As he spoke, he subtly made her own internal kinetic energy feel slightly discordant, like a discordant hum within her veins. Lyra winced, clutching her head. Her hands trembled, small objects around her desk quivering. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply. "It... it feels like my own mind is fighting itself," she whispered. Then, with visible effort, she focused, and the discordant hum began to syncopate, slowly finding a rhythm, until it faded. "I would find my anchor," she said, opening her eyes, pale but determined. "I would remember what I'm fighting for, not against." Deep emotional core, capable of self-control even under internal disruption. Needs to trust her instincts more.

  Kael was the most challenging. His impulsive nature needed to be tempered. Hugo arranged a one-on-one "discussion" in a secluded training room, feigning interest in Kael's fire-bending techniques.

  "Your fmes are powerful, Kael," Hugo remarked. "But what if your fire betrayed you? What if in the heat of battle, it began to devour your own life force?" Hugo subtly began to inflict a mild, controlled bleed effect, combined with a sensation of vital energy being drawn out.

  Kael grunted, clutching his chest. His usually vibrant fmes sputtered. He looked bewildered, then angry.

  "What's happening?" he demanded.

  Hugo simply observed. Kael tried to conjure fire, but it felt weak, painful. He was gasping. For a moment, he looked ready to sh out in frustration, but then his eyes nded on a practice dummy, partially melted by his previous uncontrolled bst. His anger turned to a grim resolve. He focused not on the pain, but on precision. He conjured small, controlled bursts of fme, barely enough to warm his hands, nursing his power, not expending it.

  He wasn't relying on brute force, but on management. Learns quickly from mistakes, even under physical duress.

  The School of the Arcane was less a building and more a living entity, its obsidian towers and crystal spires breathing in the perpetual mists of the valley like some ancient, slumbering beast. The air within its hallowed halls hummed with tent energies, a symphony of crackling spells and nascent powers. For the children who called it home, it was a sanctuary, a forging ground.

  For Hugo, it was a very delicate hunting preserve. Professor Hugo Vance, new to the History of Arcane Warfare department, presented as quiet, schorly, with an unnerving calm that students often mistook for disinterest. He wore tweed jackets, antique spectacles perched on his nose, and carried a worn leather satchel filled with innocuous textbooks.

  His eyes, however, missed nothing. They were the eyes of Agent Obsidian, a man whose mind was a byrinth of calcuted probabilities and whose touch could unravel the very fabric of an opponent's will.

  His gift, or perhaps his burden, was the ability to inflict a myriad of status effects through myriad means: a precise touch, a sustained gnce, or even a subtly moduted whisper.

  Bleed wasn't just physical; it could be a psychological erosion, a draining of morale.

  Charm wasn't just attraction; it was a subtle twisting of perception, a whisper of false logic.

  Confusion, poison, fear, disorientation, lethargy, paranoia – his arsenal was vast, his application precise, and his goal utterly ruthless: to find the exceptional. The "special force" he was tasked with assembling required more than raw power.

  It needed resilience, adaptability, a moral compass that pointed true even under duress, and an innate understanding of teamwork. He was looking for leaders, strategists, and anchors – individuals who could operate under extreme pressure, knowing their own minds and bodies could turn against them at any moment.

  Hugo began his tenure by immersing himself in the school's rhythms. He observed students in the echoing lecture halls, during lunch in the Grand Refectory where levitating trays served magically conjured meals, and most crucially, in the sprawling training arenas where powers were honed and tested. Every interaction was an appraisal, every casual gnce a diagnostic.

  His first target for observation, though not yet a confirmed candidate, was Mary Solstice. A wielder of formidable telekinetic powers, Mary was a contained whirlwind of potential, often manifesting as chaotic bursts of energy. She could lift entire training dummies with a thought, then accidentally send a teacup skittering across the table in the same breath.

  She was isoted, her immense power making others wary. Hugo noted her frustration, her deep-seated desire for control. During a practical session where Lyra was struggling to contain a cascade of arcane energy, Hugo, walking past, subtly shifted his gaze.

  A minute, almost imperceptible wave of disorientation washed over Mary. She stumbled, her concentration wavered, and the energy field she was maniputing fred wildly before colpsing. She looked around, dazed, bming the momentary dizziness on a pse in focus.

  Hugo simply nodded, making a mental note:

  {Susceptible to mental disruption, but recovers quickly. Needs to build a stronger mental anchor.}

  Then there was Eddie Emberforge.

  A true hothead, Eddie was a master of pyrokinetics. His fmes danced and roared, beautiful and destructive. He was fiercely loyal to his friends but prone to impulsive decisions.

  Hugo watched him during a sparring match against a student specializing in ice manipution. Eddie's fury was a weapon, but also a weakness. As Eddie lunged with a torrent of fire, Hugo, from the observation deck, let a faint, almost subliminal agitation ripple across the arena. Eddie's movements became slightly jerkier, his aim marginally off, his temper fring more intensely than usual.

  He missed his mark, overextended, and was momentarily encased in ice. He thawed himself out with a groan, cursing his own impatience. Votile personality, easily provoked.

  {Needs emotional discipline. But, immense offensive potential.}

  Seraphina Veris was different. Her power was subtle, an empathic field that could soothe or disrupt, nullify or amplify. She was often seen mediating disputes, a calming presence among the votile student body. Her quiet strength intrigued Hugo.

  He approached her during a library session, feigning interest in an ancient tome. As she reached for a book, his hand brushed hers. A fleeting, almost imperceptible surge of doubt flickered through her. Her hand hesitated. She looked at the book, then at him, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes before it cleared. She chose a different book.

  {Highly perceptive, sensitive to internal states. Strong emotional resilience, but can be subtly influenced. Excellent potential for support or counter-agent. }

  Finally, Rhys Thorne, a master illusionist and a quick, almost teleporting, shadow-stepper. Rhys was cunning, witty, and notoriously elusive. He preferred to outsmart rather than overpower. Hugo caught him in the courtyard, practicing intricate illusions that shimmered and wavered in the sunlight.

  Hugo approached, ostensibly to ask about a historical detail Rhys had mentioned in css. As Rhys turned, Hugo's gaze held his for a fraction longer than necessary. A ripple of faint paranoia touched Rhys. He gnced over his shoulder, frowned, and his illusion of a shimmering butterfly flickered, revealing the empty air behind it. He quickly reformed it, dismissing the feeling as a trick of the light.

  {Sharp mind, adaptable. Mental fortitude needs testing under sustained pressure. Potential for infiltration and strategic misdirection.}

  These four, among a select few others, emerged as the most promising. But the real test was yet to come. The school's annual 'Grand Arcane Simution' was approaching – a week-long scenario designed to push students to their limits, testing their powers, teamwork, and decision-making under simuted crisis conditions.

  This was Hugo's primary assessment ground.

  The simution was announced: "The Scourge of Aethelred's Shadow." The premise: a malevolent, shadowy entity had invaded the school, corrupting artifacts and turning students against each other. The goal was to secure key magical nodes, cleanse corrupted areas, and ultimately banish Aethelred's Shadow. For Hugo, it was an ideal testing ground. He was assigned as an 'oversight' professor, free to move through the simuted zones.

  The first day was chaos.

  Students, divided into teams, navigated magically altered corridors and encountered projections of corrupted creatures. Mary's team stumbled into a chamber where a powerful illusion of a monstrous beast awaited. Mary, overwhelmed, was on the verge of unleashing an uncontrolled telekinetic bst that could have shattered the simuted environment and endangered her teammates.

  Hugo, observing from a hidden vantage point, subtly extended his power. A focused wave of calm washed over Lyra, not enough to nullify her panic, but enough to bring a sliver of crity. She took a deep breath, her eyes clearing, and instead of a wild bst, she concentrated her power into a precise, contained telekinetic pulse that disrupted the illusion without colteral damage.

  Her teammates stared, impressed.

  {Responds to subtle external influence for focus. Can achieve precision under pressure if guided.}

  Eddie's team was deep within the 'corrupted' library, facing a horde of animated spectral books. Eddie, true to form, was incinerating them with reckless abandon, but his teammates, a water elementalist and a stone shaper, were struggling to keep up with his pace, nearly getting caught in his fiery crossfire.

  Hugo saw an opportunity. He subtly wove a thread of fatigue into Eddie's aura. Eddie's movements slowed, his fmes flickered, and he gasped for breath. His initial reaction was frustration, but then he looked at his struggling teammates. Forced to slow down, he started coordinating, creating protective firewalls for the elementalist's water torrents and melting obstacles for the stone shaper.

  He even used a controlled burst of heat to dry out a water-logged passage for the elementalist.

  {Can adapt when physical limits are imposed. Capable of teamwork when forced to consider others.}

  Later, in a 'negotiation' scenario with a simuted corrupted Professor Eldrin, Seraphina's empathetic skills were put to the test. The simuted Eldrin was radiating immense agitation and hostility, a projection Hugo was covertly enhancing. Seraphina tried to soothe him, her aura radiating calm, but the Professor's simuted fury only grew.

  Hugo watched, intrigued. Seraphina, pushed to her limits, closed her eyes, and her own aura fred, pushing back with immense empathic force, a wave of pure emotional crity that temporarily broke through Hugo's augmented agitation. The simuted Eldrin faltered, his hostility momentarily repced by confusion, allowing Seraphina's team to bypass him.

  {Immense mental fortitude against external influence. Not easily broken. A counter to mental attacks.}

  Rhys, meanwhile, was tasked with breaching a secured 'arcane vault.' He was using his illusions and shadow-stepping to bypass ser grids and automated golems. Hugo decided to escate. As Rhys was phasing through a wall, Hugo subtly infused the air around him with a sense of custrophobia and disorientation.

  The walls seemed to close in, the air grew thick, and his sense of direction skewed. Rhys stumbled, his shadow-step faltered, and he found himself briefly tangled in a ser grid. He cursed, sweat beading on his brow.

  Instead of panicking, he immediately created an illusion of himself in three different pces, confusing the targeting systems, then, with a burst of determination, he used his st burst of energy to teleport clear, shaking off the lingering effects.

  {Highly adaptable under pressure. Can overcome mental distress through cunning and raw will. Good at improvisation.}

  Mid-week, a glitch occurred. A real, though minor, arcane anomaly manifested during the simution, a wild energy surge that turned a training golem genuinely aggressive, not just simuted. It charged, eyes glowing with uncontrolled power, straight for a group of first-year students. Hugo reacted instantly. He was too far to physically intervene without blowing his cover.

  He focused his will. A wave of profound lethargy washed over the golem, slowing its charge to a crawl. Then, a pulse of subtle confusion made it hesitate, its targeting systems stuttering. This gave just enough time for Mary, who had been nearby, to react. Seeing the genuine threat, she manifested a controlled kinetic shield, deflecting the golem's ponderous swing.

  Eddie, alerted by the commotion, roared, and unleashed a perfectly aimed burst of fire that weakened the golem's core.

  Seraphina, sensing the panic, projected a wave of calming empathy over the younger students, keeping them from stampeding.

  Rhys, seeing an opening, shadow-stepped behind the golem and expertly dislodged its power core.

  The golem cttered to the ground, inert. Professor Eldrin, supervising the simution, approached, his eyes sharp. "A fascinating dispy, Hugo," he said, observing the inert golem. "The students reacted admirably. And the golem's sudden… malfunction… was quite fortuitous for their training." His gaze lingered on Hugo for a moment too long.

  Hugo smiled smoothly. "Indeed, Headmaster. The unpredictability of true arcane energy is a lesson best learned in a controlled environment."

  He felt a prickle of unease. Had Eldrin suspected? Or was it just the Headmaster's usual shrewdness? He had to be more careful.

  He decided on more direct, but still covert, one-on-one tests. He called Rhys to his office, ostensibly to discuss his performance. As they talked, Hugo subtly infused the room with a faint dread. Rhys's posture stiffened, his eyes darting. He spoke faster, his usual wit repced by a subtle anxiousness.

  Hugo then casually mentioned a theoretical scenario: "What if you were separated from your team, and your powers began to falter, perhaps a strange draining sensation?"

  As he spoke, he projected a mild fatigue effect onto Rhys. Rhys visibly slumped, his brow furrowed. But then, he straightened, his eyes hardening.

  "Then I'd adapt," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "Illusions are not just about showing what isn't there, Professor. They're about hiding what is there. I'd become the shadow, and find my way back."

  He had pushed through the fatigue, his will stronger than the subtle effect.

  {Exceptional mental resilience and strategic thinking under duress.}

  With Mary, he discussed her control issues. "Your power is immense, Mary," he began, "but raw power often cks direction. What if, in a moment of extreme stress, your control fractured, and your own power turned against you?"

  As he spoke, he subtly made her own internal kinetic energy feel slightly discordant, like a discordant hum within her veins.

  Mary winced, clutching her head. Her hands trembled, small objects around her desk quivering. She closed her eyes, breathing deeply.

  "It... it feels like my own mind is fighting itself," she whispered. Then, with visible effort, she focused, and the discordant hum began to syncopate, slowly finding a rhythm, until it faded.

  "I would find my anchor," she said, opening her eyes, pale but determined. "I would remember what I'm fighting for, not against."

  {Deep emotional core, capable of self-control even under internal disruption. Needs to trust her instincts more.}

  Eddie was the most challenging. His impulsive nature needed to be tempered. Hugo arranged a one-on-one "discussion" in a secluded training room, feigning interest in Eddie's fire-bending techniques.

  "Your fmes are powerful, Eddie," Hugo remarked. "But what if your fire betrayed you? What if in the heat of battle, it began to devour your own life force?" Hugo subtly began to inflict a mild, controlled bleed effect, combined with a sensation of vital energy being drawn out. Kael grunted, clutching his chest. His usually vibrant fmes sputtered. He looked bewildered, then angry.

  "What's happening?" he demanded.

  Hugo simply observed. Eddie tried to conjure fire, but it felt weak, painful. He was gasping. For a moment, he looked ready to sh out in frustration, but then his eyes nded on a practice dummy, partially melted by his previous uncontrolled bst. His anger turned to a grim resolve. He focused not on the pain, but on precision.

  He conjured small, controlled bursts of fme, barely enough to warm his hands, nursing his power, not expending it. He wasn't relying on brute force, but on management.

  {Learns quickly from mistakes, even under physical duress.}