Drathos: "So, u ready to spit some fire or what?"
approaches the training area, catching sight of Drathos. Hey, Drathos! Still puffing flames and trying to claim my spot? How pathetic can you get?
Drathos: "Pathetic? I'm just getting started, Melancholy. Watch and learn." cracks his claws
squints, assessing Drathos's stance with a smirk. Alright, show me what you got. And don't blow this place up... again.
Drathos: "Oh, don't worry. This time, I'll show you how a real dragon does it." steps forward and ignites his fiery breath, shooting a stream of flames towards ThistleMelancholy
dodges skillfully, ducking and weaving, narrowly avoiding the scorching flames. Damn, Drathos! That's rough. But remember, you're not the only one who's evolved.
Drathos: "Evolved, huh? Well, let's see how well you handle a little bit of my special sauce!" cracks his knuckles and charges towards ThistleMelancholy, aiming a powerful punch at their gut
deflects the punch mid-air, a flicker of surprise crossing their face. Nice try, Drathos. But you haven't learned shit. counters with a swift kick to Drathos's side.
Drathos: "Oof!" staggers back, clutching his side "Damn, you've got some serious skills, Melancholy. But I won't go down that easily."
grinning through the smoke, lunges at Drathos, pinning him to the ground. Gotcha now, huh? Time for your lesson. locks his arms, forcing him to watch as she pulls out a small vial.
Drathos: "What the hell are you doing with that vial, Melancholy?" struggles to break free from ThistleMelancholy's grip
pops open the vial, revealing a shimmering liquid. Grins at Drathos before pouring it over him. Lesson one, Drathos. Control your rage, or it'll consume you. watches as the liquid seeps into his scales, his anger subsiding.
Drathos: "That... actually worked. I feel... different. The rage, it's... gone." looks at ThistleMelancholy with a mixture of surprise and gratitude
stands up, dusting herself off. Told ya, Drathos. There's more to power than just burning stuff down. glances at the training grounds, a spark of inspiration in her eyes. You wanna learn real control? Let's talk limits.
Drathos: "Real control, huh? Interesting. Alright, Melancholy, I'm game. Show me what you've got." crosses his arms, a mixture of curiosity and caution on his face
smirks, motioning for Drathos to follow. Follow me, Sire. We're going to explore the limits of your newfound composure. leads him to a secluded corner of the training grounds, where various obstacles stand waiting.
Drathos: "Alright, Melancholy, let's see what you've got. Show me what's possible with this so-called real control." looks at the obstacles with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation
cracks a grin, gesturing dramatically at the obstacles. Prepare to be dazzled, my fiery friend. runs a finger along a nearby railing, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
Drathos: "Alright, Melancholy, I'm ready. Show me what you've got." clenches his fists, his eyes locked onto the obstacles
starts to jog around the obstacles, gracefully leaping over and ducking under them with ease. Eventually, she pauses, turning to Drathos with a triumphant smirk. Impressed yet, Sire?
Drathos: "Damn, Melancholy. You're full of surprises. That was impressive. I mean, seriously, how did you...?" shakes his head in admiration
laughs softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. Just because you're a dragon doesn't mean you have to lumber around like a bull. Flexibility and precision can be deadlier tools, my friend. throws a mock salute. So, what's next on the agenda?
Drathos: "Well, Melancholy, if you can follow up that impressive display with some fire-breathing practice, I might just consider making you my apprentice."
chuckles, leaning against an obstacle, arms crossed. Fire-breathing, huh? Only if you promise not to burn down the entire neighborhood again. grins wickedly. So, Sire, do we have a deal?
Drathos: "Alright, Melancholy. We have a deal. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you showed some skill earlier.
chuckles, straightening up and adjusting her stance. No worries, Sire. I wouldn't have it any other way. cracks her knuckles, looking eagerly at the nearby targets. So, what's first on the fiery agenda?
Drathos: "First, we're gonna work on your accuracy. We'll start with a simple exercise. I want you to hit all these targets with your fire.
smirks, cracking her fingers and stretching her shoulders. That sounds easy enough. But remember, two can play at this game, Sire. eyes glinting with mischief. Let's see who's better at setting targets.
Drathos: "Fine, Melancholy. Let's see who's better at setting targets. But don't blame me if I cheat a little." winks and uses his ability to create additional targets
raises an eyebrow, watching the additional targets appear. Cheating, huh? Fair enough, Sire. Then let's pick our distances. takes a few steps back, getting into position. Ready when you are.
Drathos: "Alright, Melancholy. I'll start first. Watch closely." closes his eyes and focuses, then opens them and blasts a stream of fire towards the targets