"It won't help!" Arms gestured with fists, nails digging into palms. Sparks shot off the mental magic barrier- a passable wall if one could hold on to their sanity through the immense amount of fear strung through it. A wave of verbal anger and fear melted into the barrier strengthing it as his voice echoed in the small space of the trailer.
Angry aggression did not typically come from Issac, especially with his loved ones like Alex, Elia, Maddy and Ava. A common joke amongst the Rousties that looked after his tent had always been that the boy did not seem to understand what anger was. The bright light in his grass green eyes had darkened with unknown consequence.