"You bastard!" Dusin yelled as the air around them condensed and then burst into a heated blaze. "O crap!" the guard screamed as he ran for his life from the hellish flames. "Stop!" the old man said, as the lames dissipated, with Dusin, and Yevin on the ground. "There will be no fighting in my camp" his nice, calm, smooth voice, was now stern, rough, and power full. Dusin couldn't move his body, it was as if the air around him was smothering him, he could only think that the same thing was happening to Yevin. The old man face went calm again, and dusin's body became free, "Son, if you want to start trouble, I'll have to ask you to leave, and you Dusin, I would expect more from a potential gray warden."