From the bottom of her feet to the top of her shaved head Xollen shook with rage. Darth Simetra continued to speak and every word burned her as a brand. Knowing another student was observing the entire lesson she was receiving enraged her even further.<br/><br/>Xollen glanced upward out of the corner of her black souless eyes to see Damiana as it smiled. She bit down on her back teeth so viciously she felt a tooth crack and this only made her angrier.<br/><br/>Her violent rage did not however keep her from understanding that Darth Simetra was correct and she fully noticed the difference between her aura and that of her teacher. Her mind raced as she listened and learned, determined to overcome this weakness she had.<br/><br/>Her ears perked as she listened to Darth Simetra speak the spell committing them to memory and quickly working out how each word worked and what she needed to make them her own. Several times she lost her way as something Simetra said struck her particularly hard and her anger flew wildly about her. Eventually however she worked it out, her mind was a steel trap and she knew what must be done.<br/><br/>Standing still before her teacher and her fellow student Xollen started to speak her own spell, the first she had ever tried in front of another. Her spell was easily the simplest Darth Simetra would ever hear but it was potent still. Slowly, very very slowly Xollen's aura began to calm. The fiery red of her rage remained but the wildness of it began to settle. Eventually Xollen placed her words correctly and gained control over her emotions enough that her teacher was no longer feeding off her powers, she was holding her own.<br/><br/>Xollen did not see this as any kind of success however. Success would be taking power from Simetra and killing her with it she thought with hatred in her eyes. Simply staring at the Dark Lord Xollen continued to control the swirling red aura around her, learning quickly how to use the delicate touch of her different emotions to control the shield around herself.