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Of course it figures that after Mytrax went through all the trouble of securing permission, filling in the forms, and arranging for the safety equipment and judge, there was no one around for her to spar with. PE and Health wasn't a bad class, far from it! The things you learned both in the classroom and the gymnasium were valuable for any growing Nightmares trying to reach adulthood.

But there were things the chimera itched for. Physical things that involved another nightmare. Physical things where there had to be a winner and a loser in the end. She folded her wings behind her, tail lashing in agitation while she gave the judge an apologetic smile. "If you could wait for one moment?"

She removed the headgear and the protective gloves as she strode towards the doors. She pushed them open with a shoulder as red eyes scanned for a fellow Senior (because desperate as Mytrax was she still had standards.) At the first one she saw, she yelled out "Pardon! Would you care to roughhouse with me?"

If the hybrid had refused her invitation, Mytrax would have shrugged it off and continued her search for another opponent. But fortune favored the chimera because the red-haired hybrid seemed willing and while he looked taller from a distance, she wasn't going to turn him down just because he was a good deal shorter than her. Opponents came in all shapes and sizes and races, and a variety of experiences was invaluable.

She stepped back to give him space to enter but frowned at his suspicion. "No, I snuck all these protective gear and crash mats in the dead of night past curfew and the judge is present because I'm blackmailing them." She deadpanned. "Of course I acquired Ms. Persephone's permission to host a friendly, non-lethal spar. Do I look like I wish to trouble the school or my fellow Nightmares?" She sounded affronted but her posture was calm and her red eyes stared down at him questioningly.

Mytrax mulled over his answer and took it a little too seriously if her response was any indication. "What sort of benefits would organizing, staging, and hosting an illegal fight bring me? Is it a monetary thing or is reputation the real deciding factor?" She sounded like she was analyzing a business proposal, a clawed finger stroking her chin in thought.

She quickly pushed the thought aside when the hybrid continued to speak, and she was grateful he continued the conversation, even if her only indication was the way her tail stopped twitching in agitation. "If that is the case, I hope my impression on you will be favorable for all Chimeras. My name is Mytrax." Here she offered her hand to him to shake, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Batholith. I, too, haven't engaged in a decent spar for quite some time."

Red eyes studied her opponent as he got comfortable, almost raising a brow at the signs of old injuries. Either the hybrid was clumsy beyond words or he was more accustomed to fighting as opposed to rule-heavy-sparring. Mytrax decided to err on the latter, "It's not quite a free-for-all, we will be wearing padding on body parts that can gouge, slice, or pierce." She paused, recalling a joke once spoken to her, "Lovely piercing eyes are exempted and not counted as real weapons."

"And no weapons allowed. To score a point," the judge spoke up, sounding like he'd just been roped into doing a job he didn't particularly care for but will tough it out anyway. "You gotta ground your opponent, as in both shoulders have to touch the crash mat." He turned to the chimera, "Because your opponent doesn't have wings, you can't use yours to fly. Any questions?"