Dasken continued his training relentlessly. He began to focus his explosions into a kind of ray or rial gun thta he could summon at his fingertips. The explosions intensified, and by the time he was done training, his shirt was destroyed, his pants tattered and ripped, and his hair stood up on end. He was glistening with sweat, and as he flew back to the base in record time, he couldn't help but sense a disturbance. He regrettedly looked down, and saw one of the few things no man should see.
A fully-grown mountain lion lunging up at him.