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After spending a hour or so flying around campus to stretch and exercise his wings, Jericho touched down on the grass in his humanoid form with a light thud. It always felt nice to just be able to spend some time to soar the skies now and then. He couldn't let his flight muscles grow weak anyway. But now he was feeling a little worn down, seeing how he was pulling a number of aerial stunts and wasn't always flying at a leisurely pace while he was up there. While it was fun, it also did well to help push what his limits were. The whole incident with the giant death charm showed it payed to have good maneuverability in the air.

In any case, it also helped keep his mind off of a few of the lingering things that pressured him. Riley had helped clear a good deal of it, but there were still a thing or two he needed to figure out. Most likely it'd take a little longer before he could find what his real purpose was.

Some food would be nice at this point, but in the meantime, the red dragon just wanted to relax. Spying one of the benches along the path, it seemed as good of a spot as any to just chill for awhile. So he went on and plopped himself down, placing his arms around the back of the bench and leaned back.

Closing his eyes, he let out a heavy breath. He'd get to working on homework and grabbing a bite to eat a little later.

Having let his mind wander off, Jericho was pretty zoned out at the moment. He wasn't asleep, nor was he close to drifting off, but he definitely wasn't all there. There wasn't really anything in particular he was thinking about at the time. It was partially thoughts about what he should eat for dinner, partially what he should do once he got back to his room, and partially if he should drop Riley a visit later on for the heck of it. There were a few random other things mixed into all of that as well.

Eventually, he realized there was a shadow hovering over his face when there wasn't one when he first plopped down. He also now realized the sound of breathing coming from behind. Opening his eyes, he found himself staring up at Christof. Well that was creepy and what was h--

"AH s**t!" he jumped while quickly moving away from the bench. That was a large rock in the igor's hands! Judging the way he was holding it, Christof didn't exactly have nice intentions with that either.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" growled Jericho while narrowing his eyes now. He had always gotten the idea that the igor didn't like him all that much, but he never quite understood the reasoning. The first day they had met, things were cool, but after that the hunchback just had this hostile air about him. As far as the dragon knew, he never really threatened the guy or anything like that. Well... he did drop a box of icky styx on him from a floor above... but that was unintentional!

Oh right. Christof couldn't really answer him. Furrowing his brow, Jericho watched as the igor bolted away to a nearby tree where a book was. The guy looked terrified, though it was probably because he had just been caught in the act or so to speak.

With a huff, he went on over towards the tree, staring at Christof the entire way.

"Could you at least explain why you looked like you were going to try and bust my head open with a rock?" he asked, not sounding all too pleased. It also sounded like he was trying to not snap right now. While he knew Christof couldn't answer verbally, he figured the guy would keep a pencil and some paper on him.

Unfortunately, Jericho did not know sign language. There was a look of confusion as he frowned while trying to decipher what Christof was trying to tell him.

"... You..." he started before something clicked in his head, "Wait. What? NO! I didn't grab anyone's breasts! Where did you get that idea from?"

Well if he had, he wasn't really aware of it happening. He supposed he might have accidentally done so, but he hadn't been slapped anytime recently so that didn't help that thought at all. Was the Igor trying to exact revenge for a bad touch?

The next thing Jericho knew was that he had a book flying at his face. Having not expected it, it ended up hitting him dead center in the forehead, causing him to recoil back. Clutching his head where it had it, he grunted in pain before slowly looking at the Igor which had scaled up the tree.

"Why you..." he hissed, obviously angered at this point. If Christof thought he was safe in the tree, he was dead wrong.

Launching himself up, the dragon flew up towards the branch the patchwork had scaled to in an attempt to essentially uppercut Christof right out the tree.

Though he had missed, Jericho at least got Christof out of the tree. He went on to land back onto the ground with a heavier thud than earlier before starting to try and get to the Igor on the other side. The jackdamn tree was in his way though.

Well.

Obstacles were meant to be torn down.

Or in this case. Burnt down.

The dragon took in a deep breath, ready to unleash flames onto this obstacle..

Jericho was in mid-huff when Christof suddenly came around the tree to slam his fist into his gut. A small tendril of flames had escaped his lips as the wind got knocked right out of him, but it wasn't anywhere near the plume it would have been if he was allowed to burn down the tree. Man the igor was a quick one.

Staggering back and gasping for breath, he hissed and tried to recover as quickly as he could. There wasn't a great deal he could do while trying to get air back into his lungs normally. He was able to flail a little, so he tried to bat Christof away from him with one of his wings.

Slowly regaining his breath, Jericho was about ready to follow up with another attack. Catching the wad of paper, he eyed the Igor carefully before uncrumpling it and giving it a quick read. 'Mistress' could only refer to Riley as far as he knew.

"I'm not good for Riley?" he growled, still sounding a little breathless, "What the hell did I do!? I've never hurt her!"

He was practically hissing out his words, but he was still relatively easy to comprehend what he said.

"So back off!"