A Basic Armour
Jyorta looked at a cloth armour, finding small wave patterns form on its surface. He noticed the same across all cloth armours, like waves on a lake when the wind blew over its surface. Only then did he notice the aura he was unconsciously emitting.
Jyorta hurriedly tried to retract his aura, feeling some difficulty in the process due to his anger. His anger made him want to unleash his aura in its entirety. Once he retracted his aura, albeit taking a minute to do so, Jyorta noticed the wave patterns on the cloth armours subside.
He then gazed at his two psychic arms, watching them hold a weapon each without trouble, rigid. He didn't experience any emotional disturbance. His anger raged forth, maintaining a constant level, like lava stopping at the brim of a volcano. It was churning within, but maintained a steady peak. It made him want to rend things apart, unable to express it for the time being, since he knew his position.