[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Isa : Anisim Misolav[/color][/h2][/center]

[color=f7941d] ~ You go for thirds little birdy, and you'll be my seconds. ~ [/color]

[color=8882be][i]Finally the little thing was ready to duel! Isa bounded ahead, out of the room and down the hall. He bounds down the stairs, barely touching them, and sliding across the landing, one paw hooked in the rail. Down the next flight, out the door, and down this hall too, Isa finally came to a skidding stop near Sean, at the indoor arena's entrance, where he glanced up at the scientist for permission to take his place in the arena. He was eager to start this match, and see if the little bird could actually do anything besides quiver in nervous fear and eat uncontrollably. He glanced up the hall, wishing the bird wasn't so slow on her feet, and then watched the pair already dueling in the arena until he was permitted to start his own duel.[/i][/color]

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