Xeviel wasn't angry for once. Instead, he simply sat in his chair as usual with less-than-lethal weaponry strewn all over the floor. This time around, there were small knives, gardner's tools, string pieces and whips. Instead of angry, he seemed content and peaceful. His one hand leaned over to stroke the head of a small dragon. It was white of scales and had cloudy blue eyes, making it obvious the creature was without sight. The dragon was the size of a large horse, but its underdeveloped spines and spikes revealed it was no older than a hatchling.

The dragon lay itself beside the angry man contently.

Xeviel himself simply looked bored. He was tired of seeing wimpy creatures coming in, not willing to fight but instead much mre willing to be killed. In this world these people would die off quickly, stomped to death by the cruelties of the world. He frowned.



Slythor yawned contently as he walked in, but forze when he saw a dragon. A whole dragon? How was he supposed to be taught how to fight with THAT thing? He looked over to find that the dragon seemed to have its eyes half closed in pleasure at being scratched behind one horn.For a moment, the child looked confused. Was he supposed to be fighting the dragon or the man that looked regal-like sitting on the chair? He got distracted when his blue bird flew onto his shoulder.

Well, he was sure it wouldn't be that bad. His last melee class was actually somewhat pleasant. Despite this rough look, it shouldn't be too-

"AUGH!"

"Don't get lost in your thoughts, brat." Xeviel growled coldly.He even took a longer than usual time to attack. He even displayed the most obvious signs he was attacking and the boy just stood there in his own little world. He growled in irritation. "This isn't like the other classes." He growled coldly. "So keep your wits about you. the lesson begins now." He leaped away to avoid some obvious punches. Hm. the boy had sharp hooves.

"You probably have the kicking of a deer. Use it." He replied, easily dodging the younger male. This was too easy, but the kid hasn't even hit puberty, what was to be expected?

"That's not fair! That n-" He let out a grunt of pain as he was thrown to the floor. He scrambled for a small knife and he threw it fast. The man didn't noticed until it was too late and he brought his arm up to block, allowing it to pierce his arm without any signs of pain. He then heard the deer statement. He nodded and got back up. This was much different, much less controlled. The dragon just seemed to be watching.

He kicked out as rough as he could, only to be grabbed and thrown to the ground again. Alright, he;d have to be careful where he kicked.

"Stop thinking so much." The stranger replied coldly, easily dodging. The kid was like the others. They think too much. In the middle of a fight, they try to solve it like a math puzzle. It left him time to think as well. Pathetic. He frowned and easily dodged another thrown dagger. His pierced arm screamed in pain, shooting it up and into his arm. Though, it was alright. He was used to it. He'd have it treated by his brother later. He didn't trust the humans around here.

"You can do better than that, brat."

"My name's Slythor!" The male shouted and threw himself against the other man. This seemed to take the man by surprise as they both fell onto the floor. He clawed and scratched at whatever skin he could find, biting in certain areas and kicking in others. It wasn't because he was angry,no. He just wanted to prove that he was superior, so he started using less-than-fair tactics. Though, he didn't notice, in his fury of blows, the man smiling above him.

"Well done." Xeviel spoke, throwing the boy off of him. "The session's over. Leave." He snarled coldly, getting up and walking back to the dragon. "You learned how to fight. Next time we meet you'll learn to fight well. go back to your daddy. I want nothing mroe to do with you." He snarled coldy, the white dragon touching the male's bleeding arm and taking out the dagger. Then the dragon pressed its nose against the injury, healing it with magic. In seconds the wounds were fully healed.

Slythor seemed surprised. The man had cuts and marks all over him, but he seemed somewhat pleased. Not wanting to be fighting like this any longer, he sighed and looekd over at his own bruises. They ere there and painful, but he wasn't going to go against that. After all, his teacher came out more injured than he. Though, that dragon was fairly useful in its healing abilities. He nodded. "Thank you. Good bye." He, remembering his manners, left.