[color=8882be][h2]Zephyr Hardt[/h2][/color]

He woke up when the guild master came around to wake them up and such, yet with his participation in yesterdays fight, he doubted his chances to compete in an event were slim. Although he certainly could participate in an event if needed, he wasn't really sore at all from yesterdays fight. Maybe if the boy was older and had more control over his power then he would be sore. Yet it was more so like an itch that wouldn't go away, oh well besides if he heard his name at all he could just race there with his engine take over. So instead he decided to walk around the city considering he missed quite a bit when he was with his sister. Yet the talk of the town today was the magic council. They apparently were re made or something and were bigger if anything. Some people talked highly about a few members which only made Zephyr want to fight them, which wouldn't earn Dragon Fang a good rep at all. Well maybe he could try to take over a new kind of machine and add to his arsenal, he had a few gag machines but he rather have more serious ones than a machine that lets him fart in different variety.