She watched him try to raise the gem but instead merely the sand rose up and it was highly unsteady. Gwen wasn’t sure what to make of it, the power was there she could see the energy in his hand, but it wasn’t doing what he was urging it to do. When he opened his eyes she did not miss the irritated tone of voice and the focus that he seemed glare at the small stone. “Warlord….” She warned when the energy began to grow more concentrated and instead of going beneath the gem it went into the gem. She knew what was going to happen before he even grabbed the back of her dress and tugged her down.<br/><br/>The sorceress pressed herself flush to the ground and cautiously raised up when he lifted his head only to be pushed back down when the vase exploded. “Well, that was unexpected.” She said as she gazed at the shattered porcelain pieces decorating the floor. “You focused on the gem with a steady stream of energy still moving in your palm. Instead of going beneath it, the energy went into it and essentially charged it. The force behind your focus sent it flying through the air and when it lost sustained contact with you all the energy you forced inside sought escape. Essentially you turned that gem into an explosive without any sort of catalyst aside from your own power.”<br/><br/>Gwen was still trying to figure out how he managed such a complex bit of magic by merely focusing too hard on the gemstone. Creating such a kinetic force took training and a good judgement of how much energy an object could contain to prevent it from exploding in one’s hand.  It was a magical art she did not even dabble in lacking the instinctive judgement one needed to have to guarantee proper results.<br/><br/>“I do believe we’ve found a secret weapon Warlord. If you’ll allow me to teach you how to control all that raw power.” The power exchanges that were going to occur would bolster his natural energy as much as hers, and if she trained him correctly he would be a force to be reckoned with even without her by his side. A warlord with magic? Even the King of the White City wouldn’t know what to do.