Alexander Growled, something low and gutteral, it sounded like a language, it was rough, flinty and utterly ailen, it sounded nordic, but older. possibly even old norse. he then grinned and headbutted Tsukune. using the breif reprisal to finish the growling chant, the room was bathed in white fire, everything that could burn did burn. papers, the desk, the chair. anything that wasn't a person was incinerated, and then the fire coalesced around Alexander. "Dragons, can also. use nordic runescript spells. but only on very, very rare occasions." he laughed and slammed the two new arms in to Tsukune as the became solid, the boy, having gripped alexander's chest had no room for defence, the bladed claws driving against his caprice and shattering it. "I will take my leave." he said and walked to the door. he'd given up shifting to leave, he'd superheated his body and the air around him, to get near him now was to risk turning one's flesh to gas, he melted the door and walked through the corridor. he knew he hadn't won, but neither had he lost. had the changed wrought upon him caused him to automatically invoke a runespell he'd have been in deep trouble. though he couldn't do it again any time soon.