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

Within the dark plume of ash, Sable glanced around himself with trained eyes. Dodging and flipping out of the way of the daggers until he slid out of the gaseous cover. A few them caught him a bit, nipping at his skin till blood flowed from the small scratches. He burned the ash till nothing was left with a massive burst of flames. 

He looked up at the powerful blast being launched towards him, smiling under the cover of the gray ash. "Fire Dragon King's--" He took in a quick breath, inhaling the air into his lungs till his belly protruded. "ROAR!!!" 

Flames the size of two cottages lined-up together pushed from his mouth, his new found strength at its rawest and most primal level. It overpowered the ashy blast of the youth and sped off through the courtyard, breaking through the roof, and damaging a stone tower before shrinking into the atmosphere. 

Wiping his mouth of the residual fire, he cringed from the mental contact of the master. "Aye, kid. Better luck next time huh? nice try though," he mocked as he grabbed his white shirt and slid it over his body. He glanced over his shoulder at Cyn but made not other motion. He didn't know why but he wanted to be around her for some reason. 

"Yo, oldman," he complained, marching over with his hand tucked in his pockets. "Can't you see I'm training, can we make this quick?" he asked, tugging at Rhodroth's scarf on his neck.