Quote Witchety Grub:<br/>Draekin snatches the plant from Kiitani's hand, crushing it into his palm as he backs away, his hackles rising like that of an animal at bay. His mouth works but no words come, for a heartbeat he locks eyes with Raissa, his face is a mask of rage and pain.<br/><br/>Then he drops to all fours, bounding towards the circle of people, many of whom are struggling to master their own Spirits. All scatter before him however, and in a streak of steel grey he is gone, out from the camp.