[center][h2]Takenori Ryuunosuke[/h2][/center][hr]
Ryuunosuke narrowed his eyes as he saw Sieg move in to grab him. He saw the move coming, but was too unprepared to react to it. Feeling the grip under his shirt, Ryuunosuke guessed that the dragon was two embers short of his boiling point. His speed at that moment was on the level of a high-class devil, and he had no problem believing his claim of being a dragon after a bit of thinking.

He was about to shove the blonde out of his face when a small and furry winged . . . thing, landed on top of him. The appearance of a familiar and the usage of the word King made it evident that he'd happened upon a peerage - the thought of it got him excited anew; those at the head of a peerage were always high-class devils, no exceptions, and devilish pride would no doubt make sure that the peerage they formed was one that could suitably display its strength in front of other peerages. 

This was something he'd learned from his time with Christopher. A peerage of devils was one of the some exhilarating opponents the old man had come across, and even though he never encountered another one while he was with him, he always said that if he could draw the attentions of a peerage, then it promised a fight like no other.

Whatever the case, the furry thing gave him a message. It was simple in intent and wording. Don't fight in the school, don't kill each other. Apparently the head of this particular group wasn't as violent as some of the others he'd heard about.

Well, that suited him just fine.

Ryuunosuke smiled and let loose a small chuckle. All he'd come here for was a simple delivery, and instead he'd bumped into a whole slew of potential opponents, new playmates that were hiding in what was practically his backyard.

His expression changed suddenly. The atmosphere became dense, and the air about him turned dangerous. He shifted the chakra inside him and diverted it towards a slap on the arm attached to the offending hand grabbing him. 

The physical effects were minimal on the surface, but the sudden invasion of foreign energies on his body would wreck havoc on the energy flow of arm, debilitating it momentarily. In that moment, Ryuunosuke pushed himself away casually, almost looking as though he were holding the dragon in contempt.

"Take it outside and be sure not to kill him, a'ight, I can do that," he said, nodding at the familiar. "So, what about you [i]lizard breath[/i]?" His tone was deliberately condescending towards him. Anything to get him angrier than he was. Anything to get him to fight.[hr][@Spanner][@Demon Shinobi][@Polaris North]