"W-Wait. Wait!" The count down, the pressure, the way he raised his hand with a clear thread, it all caused the adrenaline in him to build up so much that when he finally released it, it was a lot messier than all the times he'd practised so far. With a cry that edged on the verge of panic, he let loose a large telekinetic blast that knocked down anything in it's path.

Hard enough to knock Luke off his feet.

"Get away from me! Don't you melt my fucking camera!" Why were people always pushing him around? Why did they have to make him act like this? He felt the overwhelming urge to hurt Luke build up in him and he had to fight to hold it back. He couldn't do this, he couldn't start shit. He wasn't that strong. "Just back off!"