[color=00a99d][b][h3]Nidgardt[/h3][/b][/color]

Alicia had appearantly lost interest on the offer of meeting his father however, since she was intending on using her ability on such a being. What ability would that be? He began to ponder, then hearing Alicia continue talking. She wished to test this ability on him? What kind of ability would that be though? He figured it was best to just ask her.

[b][color=00a99d]"Unless? What is this ability of yours?"[/color][/b] He asked, knowing fully well that it was surely something not overly good. But at the same time, there was very little that could likely prevent her from using it anyways. She had the rumor of being a witch after all. How would he or anyone else be able to tell the difference, unless her powers bore a visual effect to them it would be impossible. The young demondragon guarded his mind. 

[i][color=00a99d]I must be on my guard. She could potentially cause much harm with her ability. Not mainly to me, but to the school and also the others in it.[/color][/i] Nidgardt looked around at the mess which had moments ago detonated in the room, some of the objects had flung at him and bounced off his thick skin, it wasn't overly uncommon however. And the school janitor had the power to mend any structural damage if needing to, given enough time.

Repairing wounds to students or teachers were more tricky, but not impossible. The school nurse had great mending powers and so did several of the teachers, and even some students. It also appeared that Aegus was indeed interested in becoming the first member of the group, this pleased the demondragon. To most Aegus may have appeared to just be a big jerk or a powerful combatant, and even both. But to Nidgardt he saw a work in process, one which he wanted to start working on as soon as possible.

Then came the guy whom had in the past said he would banish him to the hell. Nidgardt had at the time discarded it as just prejudice, it was to be expected. He wasn't expecting people to accept someone of his blood easily or at all. Such would take time. The demondragon was patient, he had to be. Otherwise he would prove to them that he was the monster they were claiming him to be. That's why his powerful urges had to be contained, and common sense and diplomacy would be favored.

Even his father had told him that he needed restraint, to not lose himself in his gifts. His father's interest was just to make him stronger, but also be in control. He cared little about things such as friendship or politics. His father was after all a dragon, with very few enemies and those whom were his enemies he held a strong rivalry with and did not forget. Nidgardt don't know just how old his father were, but suffice to say that he was old enough to be included in children's books about monsters.

Several times knights on steeds had set out to fight against his father, most of them had been able to return. But badly beaten and having the spirit taken out of them to never try it again. Nidgardt did however ponder on the possibility of his father actually having eaten one or two of them aswell. But he never saw any reason to ask his father, as he would have likely not remembered such a thing anyways. As it was of little concern or worth to memorize for something of such a magnificent stature as himself.

The demondragon got out of his thoughts and spoke out to Alicia, loud enough to let Ivan hear. [color=00a99d][b]"It would appear you have some more buisness your way."[/b][/color] Nidgardt could also hear Sasha talking back to him, saying she wouldn't heed words of wicked ones. Aswell as attempting to ridicule the name his father had bestowed upon him.

The demondragon caught unto some of her words nontheless. [i][color=00a99d]Raunchy black loincloth?[/color][/i] Nidgardt thought to himself and looked over to Alicia.