It was my turn to demonstrate my powers. I cautiously walked into the isolated room, expecting a trap or a monster to spring out once I entered, but there was nothing in the room save a bright red target on the opposite wall about 50 feet away from me. A voice blared over the loudspeaker on the ceiling. "All right Koori, you're up. All I need you to do is hit the target over there, understand?" I did understand. Frigid blasts of air swirled around the room and I could already feel the razor sharp blades of ice forming at my fingertips the second I thought about it. It might sound strange, but when I activate my ice needles, I can feel my very blood start to boil. Was this feeling called...excitement? I didn't know. By the time I had finished my pointless self-inquiry, the voice on the loudspeaker came again, demanding I stop. I peered over at the opposite wall only to see that in my absentmindedness, I had turned the small area that was the target into something resembling swiss cheese. The exam clearly over with, I drew the icy air back into my body, crammed my hands into my coat pockets, and sullenly stomped out of the room.