The sound became a scream of panic and fury, blood boiling over. Why wouldn't it go away. Again and again, he conjured, less focus on aim and more on quantity, the force pushing him backward faster and farther, only encouraging him more. His head swam with the stupor of it all, in better states of mind it would've been nauseating, but with how he'd been feeling, such a state was welcome.

So die, go away, DIE.