[b]Sable Rhodroth - [color=red]Wretched One[/color][/b]

Sable rubbed his chin lightly as he rested on the ground. He was no where near tired, yet he felt that Chrome was running low on fumes or something. Lately his energy has been phenomenal, talking about being a bundle of energy was a understatement compared to how he felt. He rarely slept nowadays, only trained by roasting rocks with his breath, pulling thick roots behind him as he ran, and honed his senses with rudimentary missions. 

It was all becoming easier with time. "I'll get ya next time you cold stripper." 

He stood up and looked towards the new arrival again, for the umpteenth time he was challenging him. Raising up off the ground, he dusted his baggy jeans off and rubbed his crimson mane before gestuering for the kid to come over. "Bring it, brat. I'll beat you until you get the clue you're no match for me!" His flames engulfed him with vigor.