After realizing that he had been asleep, Dasken shook off his drowziness. He lazily scrambled up the stairs, and slogged past the tent. Each footstep brought a minor, yet loud and effective, explosion. As he slowly walked, a lotus-pattern of explosions traced where he walked. Trees in his way were blasted away and uprooted; he stopped about 100 feet from the tent, and stood still. His orange aura turned on, and he turned around momentarily.
"I'm training. No-" he caught himself from falling, his knee buckled, and his arms flailed. "No inerruptions..." he meandered slowly through the woods.