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Perhaps the most impatient of adult dragons present was the great Kentoth himself. This son was not his, not really. But the public thought he was, and to see him behave this way... He wasn't sure how to feel. Should he be proud "his" offspring could be so strong and intimidating so early on, or disgusted with this mess?

Let him go, D'astel told his dragon. He felt their pain, both physical and emotional, but every candidate knew the risk when they stepped out onto the sands.

That risk just doubled. The Sunset Egg had finally had enough. The entrance of the brown was no more or less fierce than the bronze. He kicked his shell away, snarling, seeking out someone, but not His. Not yet.

There!

One loud cry and a good twenty plus feet of running, the brown had reached the bronze and tackled him without reserve. The pair broke out into a full blown fight, and no one was spared from the sounds unless they were completely deaf.

It was then the first bronze emerged fully from his shell. The once relaxed creature looked annoyed, if not angry, standing in front of the queen egg with a protective determination. Behind him, the Blinding Red Egg began to rock.

Nathail's interest had certainly perked once the blue had made his Impression in the Stands, of all places. That was very new! He'd never seen such a thing before. A grin marks his face at this new development and the wait just seems so much easier now that something so refreshing and different had happened.

It gets wiped from his face though at the first angry screech of bronze. Well...if this turned out without any blood at all he'd pay a mark and a half to the nearest person. And unfortunately, there was. He can't help but cringe a bit as he sees the boy raked with angry, sharp claws. Ow.. there was no way at all that didn't hurt. The bronze had better find His and soon, maybe they'd calm him down.

Ad much excitement as an angry dragonet was, he wasn't in any mood to be trampled. By dragon or candidate alike.

This whole ordeal was ridiculous and it was clear people were going to do whatever they pleased despite her warnings. Nothing new there.

When Dashias made a move forward, Ayishia gave him a sharp "NO" and tried to point him away while still holding pressure on the cuts, but it wasn't to be. The sudden collide of brown on bronze so close was so absolutely terrifying that she screamed and instinctually tried to drag both Kamihan and Panata away by their robes. Flailing claws and biting fangs doubled meant that injury was almost guaranteed now to any foolish enough to step in. Horror was etched deep across her face as she recoiled from the pair of fighting hatchlings, too shocked to care that her hands, and robe now too, were marked with blood from the wounds she had been tending.

"Leave them!" she shouted to anyone stupid enough to try and advance to separate the males, forming a fist. If she had to punch someone to stop them, she just might do it. This was turning deadly.

The entire spectacle was nothing short of spectacular. Sound pierced the chamber, adding to the already tumultuous sputterings of Bronzilla as the Sunset egg exploded with a fierce brown who leapt into immediate action, springing forth to tackle its brother. Claws and teeth and snarling and snapping, outlandish noise that took sibling rivalry to a new level. The brawl between the two Dragons thankfully took them slightly away from the Candidates, lending Amoreth a sigh of relief.

She stole a glance around the chamber, seeing the patient bronze now emerged from the safety of his shell to stand protectively before the Queen egg.. but just there, behind him, the vivid coloring of the Blinding Red egg shivered as if the egg were rocking. Oh, but it was rocking. It seemed all the excitement was too much to miss!

The very ground beneath her feet seemed to tremble with the strength of the mere hatchlings as they tore across the sands, fighting each other without mercy. One had to admire the show, and she herself would've were it not for more pressing matters. The boy was still bleeding profusely from his raked side, though he was keeping impressively cool about it. The rest of the eggs remained unbroken and unhatched, and the rest of the Candidates remained on the sands, unsure what to do about the brawling Dragons before them.

Panata did his best to move as a brown streak rushed past him and tackled the bronze, the movement causing him to have his vision blur and his side to throb with pain. He managed to stay on his feet, leaning against Kamihan for something of support, and slowly Panata turned to look at the massive ball of claws and wings.

"The. . . the dragons . . ."

His words were a whisper, barely making it past his lips, and his face grew paler with the passing phrase. Could it be that he was still worried for the Bronze that did this to him, or was he worried for the safety of the Brown that had just hatched? Either way he didn't seem like he wanted to move very far from either hatchling, and the hand that had supported his side seemed to swing outwards towards them. He had not noticed the first bronze moving, nor the rocking of the bright red egg, instead still focusing on the two.

"If we don't . . . they'll end up . . .they don't know any better, right?"

His voice sounded pleading.

Now it was getting crazy. Avery found her hazel eyes locked on the pair, amazed and shocked. That she hadn't seen before, two dragonets physically fighting each other at a hatching. Hissing, yes, posturing, yes, fighting? A resounding no.

She found herself taking a step forward and away from the panicking girls around her, trying to get a bit of a better view. Caution had to be taken, of course, but she didn't want to get pulled into the chaos and miss everything.

Watching from the stands, as he always did, A'ram's eyes were trained on his grandson. His eyes weren't what they once were, but Bashir wasn't difficult to pick out among the candidates with his Igen coloring and his curling black hair. He watched his grandson's mouth move and wondered who he was talking to. Candidates weren't supposed to talk on the sands. At least, that's what he had been told after he was Searched. If the rules had changed, he expected Bashir would have told him. How dare his grandson break the rules!

It didn't escape his notice, either, that a brown and bronze dragonet were fighting. Rath's horror echoed his own. He wanted nothing but the best for Bashir, but he didn't think either of those two was a good example. Bashir would be better off with a law-abiding blue or green than one of that unruly pair. As Rath pointed out, he did not want anything to do with either of them. A'ram firmly agreed.