The tablet exploded under his grip like he'd hit it with a hammer, screen splintering into a thousand tiny fragments, casing fragmenting, electronic components inside crushing to powder under pressure that felt gentle to him but was apparently sufficient to destroy hardened electronics designed to survive being dropped from height.
Orion dropped the pieces with a sound of disgust, staring at his hands like they'd betrayed him, these hands that had did some despicable things to Nyla(use your imagination), had shaken hands with business partners, had done delicate work without issue, and now they couldn't even pick up a tablet without obliterating it.
"Too loud," he muttered, trying to speak at normal volume but his voice still coming out as a shout that hurt his own enhanced ears, making him wince, "too bright, too fast, I need to master this before I can advance further because right now I can't even control my own voice properly."
