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[h3][b][color=8882be]Eric Williams[/color], [color=f26522]Isobel Mulryan[/color]
Cafeteria A[/b][/h3][/center]

[i][color=ed1c24]Suggestion: Now would not be the to remind Isobel that technically she initiated this by having Grarves run through the Cafeteria.[/color] [color=8882be]Duly noted.[/color][/i] Eric mentally ripostes, choosing to ignore the 'ravens' dry snark for the time being. With a sigh, he steps away from Grarves, pulling up a seat at a nearby table. [color=8882be]"Can I trust that you'll handle this... [i]formally[/i], and not just start a fight in the halls?"[/color]

[color=f26522]"If by formally you mean beating his face in and then having Grarves slobber all over it."[/color] Isobel replied with a growl. The land dragon walked back over, bwarking in his usual manner before laying on the ground next to Isobel. [color=f26522]"Then yea, formally."[/color]

Fork halfway to his mouth, Eric stops and very deliberately makes sure he does not sigh again. [color=8882be]"No. By formally I mean challenging him to a duel and settling this in the arena not just starting a fight that would give a mentor, or Cogsworth, reason to intervene."[/color] Eric finishes, finally taking a bite of breakfast.

[color=f26522]"Geh."[/color] Isobel grimaced at the thought of taking this to the arena. [color=f26522]"If that jackass would actually do that, then sure."[/color] She replied, though she obviously didn't think much of the idea. [color=f26522]"Not that he would. He ran like the little bitch he is so no way in hell would he do that."[/color] Sighing, she waved bye to albus, blushing lightly from the kiss she was blown before shaking her head and leaning lightly on Grarves.

[color=8882be][i]Do I tell Isobel that I know Max? That could redirect her anger at me... but she'll probably find out eventually one way or another. Better to be upfront about it. The fewer lies the better. Now here's to hoping she's not feeling too inquisitive.[/i][/color] Eric thinks, mulling over his options and their potential consequences before replying.

[color=8882be]"Ehh... I don't know him that well, but I do know that Max isn't one to shy away from a fight, at least one that's on his terms anyway. Max will at the very least know of you through reputation, so he'll be expecting you to come after him. That makes it a fight he can prepare for, which then makes it a fight on his terms. So no, I don't think he'll be running from your next encounter."[/color] Eric says, pausing mid sentence to wolf down a couple quick bites; the first bell would be shortly, and he still had a good bit to eat.

[color=f26522]"Eh, you know that guy?"[/color] Isobel replied with a frown. Eh, didn't really matter. Meh, that sounded entirely convoluted, but she couldn't exactly say he was wrong. If he knew she was coming, then that would give him time to prepare...but then, what did she care? She could handle whatever the hell he threw at her. [color=f26522]"...doesn't matter!"[/color] She replied swiftly. [color=f26522]"That wimp ain't got nothin' up his sleeves that could take down Rutul."[/color] All she had to do was just tell the Wyvern to eat the guy and that'd be the end of that fool.

Patting Grarves behind his ears, she continued. She'd find him later...for now she was missing her daily routine.

[color=f26522]"Anyways, grarves and I got some training to do. Wanna be my sparring partner?"[/color]

Inwardly sighing with relief, Eric offers Isobel an apologetic smile. [color=8882be]"As much as I would enjoy a few good matches, I do have class to attend. Nothing like a little magic theory first thing in the morning if you ask me."[/color]