It wasn't until his blade met with the Keybearer's that Jalen realized what a mistake he'd made. He'd never actually fought anyone chosen to wield a keyblade, not even mock battles. He should have been prepared, but his anger had gotten the better of him. As his momentum carried him past his sidestepping opponent, he nearly stumbled into the Door. Seconds after that the Firaga that had been cast collided with part of his left arm. The rest hit the door but left no mark.

Hissing in pain, Jalen dropped his sword and swatted his arm until the fire was out, then immediately fumbled for a potion. The pain began to recede somewhat once he'd downed it.

You are an idiot, and at least two people will beat you for it. Three, if Eli were old enough.

Not sure which encounter he was dreading more, Jalen retrieved his sword and began to move back toward the others. He was definitely learning some type of magic if they lived through this.