He's never taken direction well. It's a wonder he ever got further than the initial flailing that started him down the road to magic, and if Lup hadn't been there he might have given up on even that. Looking huffy, he drops the stick to his side and sets a hand on his hip. "Hey, I never said this was my bag. Usually I have a big guy to hide behind. And shoot fire out of my fingers." Pout.