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Seriously, what was it with everyone calling her a jack damed kid?! Plus being told to stay out of it just make her want to butt in even more. However the drama that was unfolding around the students had drawn her attention, the dragon making no comments about the the other dragon in the room, though if things got out of hand she would step in to try and quell his little tempter tantrum.

Xiu was going a good job of trying to calm him down, but with tempers flaring she wasn't sure how long it would last.

Suddenly the beam of light intensified, and she grimaced at the red mist filling the room, but that became the least of her concerns. She felt a powerful rage fill her mind, a soft growl emanating from her which grew to a ferocious snarl. She bared her teeth at the quarreling gang members, a unquenchable thirst for battle rushing through her veins.

Lowing her head, she charged recklessly at the members, heedless of any damage done to her in the process.

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Andrew was busy pouting. For a few minutes while the water user was busy being calmed down by her friends. He was just pouting but now... every time he looked at AJ he felt the rage build up more an more.

He wanted the treasure. Andrew wanted it bad, not just for someone one else but for himself. He wanted to make claim on it. And AJ... AJ was standing in his way on that. He knew AJ wanted it... though he wasn't sure why after all his words but he promised himself to stop caring about AJ already right?

He just.. wouldn't care any more. But AJ was wet and he didn't want to kick him anymore like he had before. Well he didn't want to just kick him. Maybe, just maybe he just wanted to see him burn. Wanted to see the whole world burn. He hated this whole school anyways.

Andrew came back towards AJ and summoned fireballs, launching them at him. Their last spar had ended badly, but this time, Andrew's aim was dead on. Not that Andrew cared about any fireballs that missed an landed elsewhere.

He watched them gather close like sharks—Sharra, the dormouse, and finally Marosa himself. The boil didn't match West's vague memory; not only was he lacking the wings he would have used to identify him, but he seemed haggard. Tired. Bed rest. Whatever.

Yeah, they had met once, but West wasn't interested in taking a trip down memory lane right now. Yaya remained distractingly angry, but the look in her eyes was pure despair, and that was something he could help with. Nudging aside those who stood in his way, the wrath demon enveloped Yaya in a silent squeeze.

West's grip tightened as the pillar of light pulsed and tossed those around it away. He couldn't help thinking that he should have known what this room was for before now. Peering between her horns at the carnage that was already underway, the demon smiled.

He didn't mind creeple attacking him or swarming him as a target, when he met similar creeple in dark alley wandering like stray cats or dogs, they would gang up against him. Alone, only himself, he was used to it, wounds and pains were better than the happy laughter at home. He felt unnecessary. Fighting was how he found himself meaningful, at least from the loathing eyes of his enemy, he could see the reflection of himself. The tail head didn't enjoy that, but it will guard AJ from dangers and snap at their weapons. The boil seldom fight with weapons, most of the time he fought bare handed, unless he blocked the attack from a weapon, robbed it and return the favour with it. That was the boil who used to see creeple's disdainful, rejecting and hating faces.

Therefore, besides the ghost, he wasn't surprised someone was attacking but he still made a startled face when his eyes caught who threw the fireball. That is, he didn't expect the demon would attack him outside spars. The mouth agape didn't last long before he smiled.

His fleshes smelt, the forearm he used to block the fireball smoked and darkened as the second one was thrown at him. The demon didn't stop, his expression told AJ he wanted him die. It wasn't the first one looking him like that, but he underestimated the ache when it wasn't others but Andrew. The arm burnt, but he didn't take care of it. One after another, he used the same arm to occlude the attacks. The smell was rich and sour, like roasted meat, the darkened part expanded and soon his whole arm was jet black.

It would be how the one-sided fight between them ended if not the Baku stepped in. He knew he was about to fall down, his breathe was rapid and messy from the damage, Head was crying already but he couldn't even put his hand on top of it to comfort him. His hand was numb and unwilling to move, it just feebly rested besides him, carbonated. He couldn't take one more blow but the demon in wrath didn't catch the sight of Xiu. He gritted his teeth, using the rest of the energy to pull the baku into his bosom and used his back to face the last fireball.

He hissed for the unbearable burning pain sizzling on his back and weakly released Xiu. AJ turned his head around with blurred vision for Andrew. "Andrew Conner." He paused, panting. The expression on his creased face was the saddest the demon had seen. "That's how you call me a friend?" It was so unsuitable for the serpent-dragon boil Andrew knew so long. Voice was soft and weak as he called the demon's full name for the first time. AJ was always smiling but now he left him the agonizing sorrowful look before a final bitter smile to himself, a glance at Xiu who seemed to be alright and he fell.

AJ had his eyes closed tightly in pain and the white hair spread on the floor like small white snakes with red heads, Head weakly rested itself on top of AJ, like guarding him by all means.

Andrew stopped on his own, stopped the assault just when AJ could bear no more. He wasn't planning to hit Xiu, nor did he want to actually kill AJ just take him down and out for a while. He wouldn't kill him. Andrew was not a killer, but he did take some pleasure in seeing AJ going down at his own hand so easily.

"You asked me to stop caring about you. I did. You rejected my friendship. Don't complain about loosing what you didn't want." the rejection still hurt. Andrew did not give his trust easily nor lightly. "Now sit down and stay out of the fight. If you dissipate I'll kill you." ok he still cared just a little. He was just terrible about showing it. But he like Gene he just wanted AJ to stop.

But Andrew could still feel the rage. His tail burned and he could feel the heat rushing though his body, licking across his horns as he surveyed the room. There were others, Xiu, who had moved in too late to protect AJ, and the zombie ghoul who had just attacked AJ. Andrew didn't really know why she did but he decided he didn't like her much. The water user who he knew he didn't like. But he also didn't want anything to do with. No one was focused too much on him at the moment. Some part of him watched to watch them burn, watch them all burn down to ground. Wanted to continue his assault till they all died. Show them what it truly was to be fire and how much he had held back until now.

But Xiu, she was whispering...

And the little mouse, she had thought he was something when he produced his flames before. Where they afraid of him now? Would they turn on him? A bomb went off, causing a small smile to set on his face. Explosions yes. It didn't matter that it hurt him.

"Xiu... are you afraid of me now?" Now that he was fully flamed up, after he had attacked AJ, after AJ had pulled her into battle, protected her though he didn't need to. The smile from the bomb blast dropped as he started at her. It was important that she tell him...

It was important that one person in the world would look passed the flames. But he knew she was still afraid of fire. Kind of like... her. His vision wavered and he felt his hands start shaking fire licking between his fingers as he pulled them into fists. He felt himself on a cliff but he was in control. He made his own choices, despite the rage sweeping through him singing to fight more, to burn everything. To watch the world burn. But if he did he would hurt Xiu, hurt the little mouse. He gave the mouse a glance too, judging.

Suddenly, she felt shivery in her own skin, as if something was going terribly, terribly wrong. The light knocked her back and she landed heavily against one of the walls. She saw it now - the ring, suspended (finally) in that beam of red light. "Mathias," she called out. Of all the creeple here, she knew him best, could trust him not to become strange. But even as she thought that, she swallowed heavily, feeling something burn within her. It was awful, really, everyone trying to vie for the ring like squabbling cats. The idea of shoving her thin fingers into stomachs, twisting the fight out of other people crossed her mind and she blinked. What was wrong with her?

Hollandaise felt her fingers flex with anticipation and wrapped her arms around herself as if to stave off some inevitable fate. Instead, she tried to focus on the tumult around her, searching, counting. She could not stop the small, pleased smile that crossed her face as AJ fell - even if she was also horrified by her own contentment in his defeat. Turning, she lashed out at the boil who had thrown the first blow - but, at the last moment, something exploded, throwing her off her mark. Skidding past him, she grimaced.