"Expel the boy now!" Beatrice roared, slamming her foot onto the table in front of her. Her fists were clenched, mana flaring from her limbs. Had it not been for them being in a courtroom, Revian was sure that she would've attempted to strike him down.
"Not yet," Beldrum responded, raising his hand forth to motion her silence, "and please, do learn to respect the sanctity of the court."
Although it was a request, his voice laid stern with an all too commandeering aura, stilling her of her violence--at least, for the moment.
Revian opened his mouth as if he were going to speak, but Varek gripped his shoulder even tighter, pulling him back a couple inches so that he may understand what he'd told him previously.
"Is this truly physical memory?" Varek asked, inching closer to the microphone atop the defendant's stand.
