Battle Training

[Kauria]

Shya crouched, her tail lashing from side to side, watching Starlight's movements carefully. She circled her opponent for several seconds, measuring the ice dragon's stride.
Then she lunged, claws outwards, and whipped her now-ignited tail around to the side in case Starlight tried to dodge.

[Midnightmoon]

Starlight jumped back barely missing the claws, she could feel the heat of the fire on the dragons tail whip at her. She raised her arm to block it. It worked and her armor did it's job in protecting her from the flame, but then the constant close combat started to melt the ice of her plate so she bounced away fast. The ice reformed to it's original state as a plate. Starlight retaliated with a volley of ice disc's, dullened of course.

[Kauria]

Shya snarled as her claws swiped through nothing. She whirled around just in time to see a storm of ice discs heading towards her. She emitted a growl of surprise, and barely managed to bring her flaming tail up in time to deflect the first few. Each time a disc hit her tail, however, she was driven back a foot. She brought a claw down upon a disc, shattering it, and then ducked under the remainder of the volley, wincing as one scraped over her spine.
They may be dull, but that still hurts...
She swiped her tail through the remainder of the discs between her and Starlight, and shot a widening cone of fire at her opponent. The farther away she is, the more likely it'll hit her, Shya thought as she formed a defensive barrier of fire in front of her, preparing for the next attack.

[darkdragon]

Drakine watched, as the two fought, preparing himself to fight the winner. Melting his shadows, Drakine tried to morph it into somesort of armor.

[fireglade]

Kohta and Darkring poped through the portal. "Where are we?" Kohta asked.
"I think we followed Chaos's portal instead of creating our own, we should have waited an extra 30 minutes."
Kohta snorted with irritation. "Great, now the dark dragon will think we are following him."
"No he won't." Darkring said. "We can explain it to him. Besides, Chaos is more understanding than you think. Both dragons looked below, they were above a gigantic fight! "Kohta, we must stop this! Fighting is not the answer!!" Kohta nodded. And with that both dragons swooped downa and charged into both of the dragons knocking them away from eachother and blew a huge cyclone of fire into the middle of the arena. "What is going on here?!" Darkring bellowed. "Fighting?! Why are we all fighting?!" He slamed a gigantic claw down on the ground so the earth shook like an earthqauke. Kohta shrinked back a little, he had never seen his father so angry before. Even when he got dirty and left claw prints all over the place!

[darkdragon]

Drakine yelled at the crazy two dark dragons. "Oy, we're training here! There's no killing, and the injured are cared for. This is army training! Now get that idea into your thick skulls and get out of here!"

[Kauria]

Shya-tael snarled in surprise and indignation as she was nearly swept over by one of the two foolish dragons.
"Hey!" she snapped as her wall of fire disappeared. She concentrated and the cyclone of fire in the center of the arena dwindled and faded into harmless strands of smoke.
"What was that for?" she shouted at the nearer of the two dragons.

[fireglade]

Kohta looked up surprised at the two dragon's hostility. "My name is Kohta." he responded to the beautiful female dragon. "We are sorry for disrupting your training, we thought you all were fighting. Where we come from, fighting amongst ourselves is not perhibited. For when my father was younger, he was part of some of the last dragons on Dragon-Essence and he joined a band of dragons." Darkring nodded, completely calm. "Yes, we are very sorry for our disurbance. What are your names?" He inquired at the two dragons.

[Kauria]

The snarl died in Shya's throat.
"My name is Shya-tael. Almost all of us here today were part of the group as well," she explained. "But we got sick of being pushed around. We were weak, but thanks to the One-eyed General, we have become stronger, strong enough to fight!"
She looked Kohta in the eyes. "And that is why we did so."

[darkdragon]

Drakine heard the explanation. "And I am Drakine. I was not a part of the original group, but I am here to become even stronger, strong enough to avenge my Clan!!" Blue eyes gleaming, Drakine bounded straight down the piller and on to the arena floor.

[Nohiki]

"Avenge your what?!" said Marsayas behind Drakine and his fire-dragon honor caused his blood to boil. "It was because of your clan and kind that both of our clans were almost destroyed!" he yelled and punched him out of the arena. "Let's see how much fight do you have inside you." Marsayas knew he is older and more experienced, but nothing could make him more angry than a dark dragons and their typical behavior.

[Kauria]

Shya moved slowly to one side. Marsayas had taken the words out of her mouth, but she gave no indication of her support. She glanced sideways at Starlight. Her sparring match with the ice dragon could wait.
If nobody steps in soon, then we'll have a much more interesting battle to watch... she thought with a smile.

[Midnightmoon]

"Come on you two. This battle arena is to show yourself how strong you are and how to become stronger. The fights are suppose to be with respect not spite. So why don't you both go cool off?" Starlight said going up the edge of the arena to look up at the two. They both still glared at each other. "Or do I have to help out with that?" She added, raising a hand a bit, posed to fire a beam. Mist started to fall from her hand. Starlight tilted her head to the side smiling, but had a dare in her eyes.

[Nohiki]

"Sorry, this is personal, but if you insist, you are first." said Marsayas, walked in the arena and copied Starlight's move and face, only smoke was appearing on his hand. "I am waiting." he teased.

[darkdragon]

"No, it was your clan that made all the clans fall!" Drakine roared. Bounding across the arena, he jumped on Marsayas, biting and snarling. His own blood rushed and boiled, angered by Marsayas's taunting words.