Baelfire rolled to the side, stopped just a few inches from a nearby weapon rack. He reached for a shield and brought it up to his chest defensively, all the while eyeing his scaly companion. As he wrapped his other hand around a mace, he could see Phantom’s eyes dilate and his muscles tensing up, bringing his chest low to the ground in a cautionary stance. Suddenly, Phantom’s friendly disposition changed into one in which Bael was all too familiar with. It was not dissimilar their first meeting, in the wild outskirts of Berk. Phantom opened his maw, his sharp teeth exposed and intimidating. A fast, green projectile emitted from his mouth and toward Bael. Prepared, Bael lifted the shield to his face, blocking the attack. He could hear a light sizzle on the other side of his wooden shield. It was a good thing Phantom had been practicing controlling the acidity of his acid shots, otherwise the shield would have disintegrated within seconds. “A little softer, Phantom!” he shouted from behind his shield. He had a few burns from past sparring sessions with Phantom. Bael was hoping to have Phantom turn his acid fire as nonlethal as possible. He heard a grunt huff come from Phantom as the dragon prepared to fire. Bael pushed himself to his feet and ran toward the center. It was a good thing there weren’t too many people training today. Or, at least, not at this time. Bael gave Phantom a quick nod which followed yet another green sit of acid shooting toward him. He blocked the shot, throwing the shield down and running toward his dragon, mace in hand.

Phantom spread his wings, alert from the unexpected charge. He prepared to shoot another spit of acid at his rider before activating his color-changing properties. He quickly moved out of the way, careful to not make a noise. He was invisible but that did not change the fact that he was a large dragon. Dust rose from where he moved and Bael turned his head in the direction of the disturbance. Before Bael could react, Phantom took off, flying around the caged arena as silently as he could before clinging on to the caged domed ceiling. Bael stood still, trying to find any signs of Phantoms presence. He wasn’t too great at finding him when he’d go stealth. Something he hoped to work on in the future.