Unleashed

The drakan would take Bevolt frrom Lionheart Hold and bring her all the way back to The Golden Voluminous. Seeing as everyone began to go their seperate ways and the purpose of them being there resulting in none at all, it was time for them to make their leave. Some thought was put toward the deceased Lilybeth and Bevolt's mother Sarah. Hearing all of this was very unfortunate, for the girl and Sitria, alongside the others whom were impacted by such events.

Once gone through the Trystle Cave and into the open praire, there was the large building that was their Headquarters. Even though Arcelious sent out mass letters to all of the members from the Voluminous, it didn't matter. As of now she was happy that Bevolt was back and under her watchful eye. Preparing for training now, they wouldn't start quite yet. There were some things that needed to be said and mentioned.

"So, before we begin there are some things and questions I need to ask of you." Sitria's expression became serious, now continuing. "Willows. When you said Willows killed your sister Lilybeth, did you mean the Willows as in a group or faction, or Willows as in an individual's name?" Arms were crossed over her chest awaiting for an answer from the young Bevolt.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
Bevolt followed her mentior in silence, glad that they avoided Sunflower on their way back towards the Headquarters, clearly not wanting to return to that cursed village due to recent events. Her teeth grinded as soon as she remembered Galas expression and her words when she admitted to killing her twin brother, resulting with Bevolt growling loudly, fighting the urge to release her anger on yokai they met on their way through Trystle.

Once at the place she looked towards her mentor who asked her the specific question, resulting with purebloods expression tensing and quickly darkening as she replied with her jaw trembling from rage and sorrow just as her voice clearly vibrated with same emotions.

"Whispering Willows...faction that controlls the Sunflower Village...so their monster of a leader...Quazla...Gala...all of them...but mostly Sanseveria and Gala...she admitted to murdering him....she proved that she was curel...I seen her beat him up...promising tortures..." she spew the words out with clear hesitation with each word resulting with deeper gasp just as her body clearly began to fill with rapidly gathering rage which attempted to overwhlem her body, controlling her magic and eventually forcing Bevolt to scream.

Emotions the girl held for years began to make yet another attempt to escape, overflowing her mind and will to point where she couldn't bare it anymore, tossing her arms around as she felt the agonizing pain of her own flesh, bones and muscles forcefully stretching and diggint into the plates of her armor, denting it as they tried to expand.

Sitira would most likely recognize what was happening to the girl, though to ones unwanted surprise, it wasn't controlled process, it was rampart and chaotic, resulting with girls skin tearing from lack of energy needed to maintain its structure without overflowing, leading to open and clearly bleeding wound.
(Bevolt)
Whispering Willows, was the militant faction which controlled the Sunflower Village. Quazla was a name that she was familiar with, if the drakan could remember she bested him in combat. Then again, it was a while ago. His strength and ability in combat might be entirely different. Sanseveria, she wasn't positive whom that name belonged to then again there were some photographic images that popped into her mind, although none she could match them to. These names would be remembered, as they are now on her kill list.

No killing will be done yet, first off she has to make sure her student is intact and everything she wanted to do was. .done. Bevolt was her main concern seeing as pure anger and wrath was beginning to overwhelm her. A scream could be heard, as she overflowed with emotions Sitria would be able to notice her skin and muscles to forcefully stretch and dig into the plates of armor, denting as they would attempted to expand. Laughter came from the female's maw.

The entire process was chaotic and rancid. The drakan didn't appreciate seeing any of this come from her student. So she would try to snap Bevolt into some sense. "Bevolt! I need you to calm down right now! Yes, the Whispering Willows are terrible people and don't amount to whom they're supposed to be but in all honesty I need you to get your shit together. If you want these people pressed under your boot I'm gonna need you to stay strong and focus yourself. I'll start getting pretty angry and agitated if you don't relax. .otherwise I'll end up putting you in your place! It was obvious, some of her words were held back, trying not to infuriate the young Bevolt more than she already was.
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)
She could feel the excrusiating pain of her own body uncontrollably attempting to expand in order to keep up with her own mana overloading her body, feeling as her own skin and flesh dug against the metal plates, fruitlessly trying to break out of the armor she wore just as her own mind remaiend focused on Gala, resulting with her own emotions taking over.

With herself on her knees, the young pureblood growled and hissed loudly as she tried to focus, repeatly slamming her unchanged fist against the ground, forcing it to crack as each blow was fueled with her own earth magic, envetually resulting with her body to slowly starting to return to its original shape and size, though clearly bloodied and wounded from the uncontrollable process.

She had problems with keeping herself calm, wanting to scream from both, pain and anger, forcing herself to focus her nature magic on tending to her own wounds through growing vines that covered the opened wounds, slowl pulling the torn skin together before covering it with sap that sealed it all up with a large, stretched scar remaining in its place.

Pained and exhusted, the drakan landed on her stomach, panting and hissing loudly as she truggled to breathe, slowly trying to rise her sight towards her mentor just as her mind began to become calmer once more.
(Bevolt)
Giant Form Technique was being displayed here as Sitria soon came to realize. The whirlling emotions and overwhelmingly immense amount of mana, it was overloading her body. Was she finally learning or was this just from the fit of rage being shown? It was hard to tell but it was the beginner step of Giant Form Technique, however her own skin and flesh carved into the metal plates as they tried to rip and tear out of the armor. The Temper didn't calm down, and Sitria instead was not going to stop it. This was perfect progression, with blood and pain she managed to excel in training. Not much needed to be done for Sitria instruction wise .

This was something Sitria would need to speak with Bevolt about, keeping her anger, fury, and bloodlust withdrawn. Control the Outcome as she came to name it. The best part was, Sitria didn't need to drag her to the infirmary to patch her up, she was in the process of healing herself. Nature magic was an amazing thing to have from the looks. The opened wounds were pulled back together and covered in a sap which made the stretched scars in its place.

A smile formed over her visage as she now approached Bevolt and carefully brought her into her embrace. "Not sure if you realized it, but thats what it takes to execute Giant Form. Best part is, once I told you the material you knew what to do. I'm not sure if that was either a fit of rage that allowed you to do that or if you just knew what you were doing. .anyhow, c'mon. .you need some rest. ."
(Sitria Nagano-Draconis)