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Isobel had spent most of the class ignoring the teacher in favor of glaring at Max for the duration of class...and thinking of the fifty different ways she could kick his ass. So for most of the class, she had done nothing but glare and irritably snap at people. Ciervia on the other hand, was about as calm as a dragon could be, coercing Isobel to pet him most of the class...and then, class was over. She wasn't letting that bastard get away.

[color=chocolate]“Rrrraaaaagh!”[/color] Max would first be aware of a very dragon-like sounding roar as Isobel barreled down the hallway. [color=chocolate]“Hey dumbass get back here!”[/color] He'd have about five seconds before her foot impacted his face.

Max had not been oblivious to Isobel's persistent glare throughout the class period. He had hoped to avoid her today but had forgotten about their mutual class. To most, it would be unthinkable to forget about someone like Isobel. However, Max was a man of focus. He only paid attention to people if he needed to. Isobel may have been a firecracker, but to Max, she was just another loud girl. That was until today, after giving her dragon the boot she was less than happy with him. He had gathered tidbits from the other students about her. Her reputation proceeded her as she was considered a powerful summoner. He now recalled that her family was a very prestigious Dracona bloodline which didn't help his predicament. It sounded like she only had three known summons. He had already met her land dragon, and the ice dragon was sitting in class with him. It was what he heard about her nastier summon the fire dragon that gave him pause. 

As class ended, he immediately made his way for the door. Of course, Isobel had no intention of letting him get away this time. Max was not an unreasonable man nor a coward. He just loathed interacting with irrational people and especially disliked hotheads. Isobel was an unfortunate combination of both. Her scream was like that of a rabid animal rather than a human girl, and the class parted like scared sheep. He didn't need to try hard to predict when she would collide with him. He counted out his steps, timing his movements with her approach. As he crossed the threshold, she would be only a second behind. In that second, he quickly grabbed the door handle and slammed it shut behind him. He then grabbed the door and braced his whole body against it to hold it closed. [color=f7941d]"We need to talk!"[/color] He yelled from the other side. 

[color=chocolate]“The only talkin' you're gonna be doing is to my fists ya coward!”[/color] To say Isobel might be slightly difficult to reason with, was an understatement. Especially when it came to things like her summons and people she considered her friend. Tough love and fierce protection was how she mostly entirely operated. Isobel slammed into the door, causing the entire thing to shake violently.

Max struggled to think of a way to gain an advantage in this situation. He pressed against the door with all is might, but the reverb from the door jolted him. She was bound to break through at this rate. This girl only wanted to fight and could cut loose like this. He didn't mind the idea of fighting her, but he wanted a better setting. "Maybe...She would too." He thought to himself. 

With a plan in mind, he yelled through the door. "If you're so eager to fight, then there is a better time and place for it! Think about it. If we fight right here and now the teacher is going to stop us in mere moments! Would that satisfy you?" He asked the last part less like a question and more like an accusation. 

[color=chocolate]“Don't care as long as I bash your face in for hurting Grarves!”[/color] She pulled on the door. [color=chocolate]“Now quit being a little bitch and open this door!”[/color] However, there was an audible 'whump' noise, lighter than Isobels as something else seemed to hit the door.

[color=chocolate]“W-weh? Ciervia?”[/color] Max couldn't really hear, but there seemed to be some conversation between Isobel and her first summons. [color=chocolate]“What'dya mean talk to him? That's not gonna solve nothing.”[/color] A moment of silence followed by an exasperated sigh. [color=chocolate]“Alright fine, fine! I'll not beat his face in and I'll do this talking thing. But if he does anything funny, my fist – his face.”[/color]

Max let out a long sigh at her reply, [color=f7941d]"It seems that reasoning with her isn't going to work."[/color] he muttered as he rested his hand on Lightning. A gathering of students that had been watching the spectacle. All suddenly decided they had better things to do and made a hasty exit. 

However, as Max prepared to retaliate, he paused. He noticed Isobel had stopped trying to bash down the door down. He could hear a muffled conversation behind the door, but beyond the strange squeaks and clicks of her summon, couldn't tell what was being said. There was a pause in the conversation at which point Max took a calculated risk and put his ear to the door. He heard a sigh followed by some fortunate news. [color=f7941d]"Excellent!"[/color] He yells through the door, [color=f7941d]"Since your willing to listen to reason might I suggest a more satisfying way to settle your score. The arena. An official duel where anything goes."[/color]

[color=chocolate]“Hah? The hell would I do that for?”[/color] Isobel scrunched her nose at the thought. Why the hell would she go through all that trouble when she could just bash his face in? Before she could voice such thoughts though, there was a chirp from Ciervia, quickly silencing any protests the headstrong girl might have.

[color=chocolate]“Tch,”[/color] Frowning, Isobel folded her arms across her chest. [color=chocolate]“Fine, fine. Whatever. You want an audience for your ass-kicking, fine then.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]"Well, the crowd wasn't the point."[/color] Max thought, [color=f7941d]"Though, now that I think of it, that will also work to my advantage."[/color] Max had much preparation to do now. The Changeling was going to have one hell of a trial run. Max opened the door, without warning, and for the first time since meeting her 'looked' at Isobel. She was shorter than him, forcing him to look down to inspect her. She wore a combination of noble dress wear and armor. A style of dress much like Max's own, though Max's was far more protective. He heard she used a sword which would explain why only her left arm was armored. She probably favored her right hand and thus would defend with her left. Taking into all that he's seen into account, he could safely assume she was a fast pace and aggressive fighter. She was also quite pretty with her dark complexion and fair skin. However, he would never consider dating a girl he didn't respect. Max glances at the teacher, Lady Wyght, [color=f7941d]"Let's make it official then."[/color] Max narrows his eyes at Isobel, [color=f7941d]"I'll even challenge you." and then speaking loudly and clearly so that everyone could hear, "I Max Muerte challenge you Isobel Mulryan to an anything goes duel tomorrow at noon."[/color] 

[color=chocolate]“Anything goes, huh?”[/color] Isobel glared at him.[color=chocolate]“Fine then, coward. I'll accept your challenge.”[/color] The dragon perched atop her head was far less openly hostile, though his attitude wasn't any better. The pygmy drake coldly glared at him, somehow seeming to radiate arrogance through sheer force of will. [color=chocolate]““Better not cry when I feed your ass to Rutul.”[/color] The Pygmy drake puffed a cold gust of air towards Max.

[color=f7941d]"Then we are agreed,"[/color] Max stated his eyes still locked with Isobel's. He again showed no reaction to her posturing. He honestly found her arrogance, even if warranted, annoying. This fight was nothing, but a means to an end for him after all. Though, he did want to shake that confidence of hers in some way. To let her know she should not underestimate him and take the fight tomorrow seriously. He thought about it for a moment his eyes gaining a dangerous gleam as he did. When he next spoke, his words had a coldness to them. [color=f7941d]"Isobel, I want you to understand something. I'm not afraid of you, and that's not because I think I can beat you. Its because we are similar. We both hurt people Isobel, and as a result, neither of us care about getting hurt. I'm positive that both of us will be waking up in the hospital tomorrow."[/color] 

[color=chocolate]“...we ain't nothing alike.”[/color] Isobel replied with a scowl. [color=chocolate]“I'm not the one who nearly hurt someone by sending a half ton dragon flying towards them.”[/color] She grinned, an aggressive, toothy grin obvious meant as a taunt. [color=chocolate]“You're right though, I don't care about getting hurt if it puts scumbags like you in their place.”[/color]

Max paused at Isobel's words. He looked at her for several moments as if her words had struck a chord. Then, he laughed a long and mocking laugh, [color=f7941d]"That's too funny. You want to know why that's funny?"[/color] He pointed at himself, "Because, I was thinking the same thing when I flipped your Dragon." He said with venom in his words, then laughed some more while passing, [color=f7941d]"And you say we aren't alike. You want to hurt me because I hurt almost hurt your friend. I wanted to hurt someone because they let their dragon rampage through the cafeteria."[/color] He paused his passing and pointed at Isobel, [color=f7941d]"That dragon was meant for you by the way. I may have drawn a hasty conclusion based on circumstantial evidence. But, given what I've learned about you. It would have, probably, been better if it had crushed your friend because then you would have learned something."[/color] Max was breathing heavy now. His zen had cracked, and he didn't look in control anymore. At this moment, his demeanor looked far more like Isobel's. 

[color=chocolate]“....the fuck you just say?”[/color] Isobel growled. The balls on this guy. [color=chocolate]“Grarves is a big slobbery baby,  he wouldn't hurt a fly.”[/color] He was in fact, scared of them. [/color]“He wasn't rampaging or nothin'. I called him, and that's just how he is. The only one causing trouble was you.”[/color] Isobel was doing her best not to just physically punch this guys face in. It was useless talking to this guy. That much was becoming exceedingly clear. Was she doing anything other than antagonizing him? Not at all, but Isobel wasn't really that good at the whole talking thing in the first place.

Ciervia moved to Isobel's shoulders now, Sitting regally upon his throne before making a chirping noise.

[color=chocolate]“I got places to be and training to do, unless you'd rather just get your ass kicked, move.”[/color]

[color=f7941d]"A puppy? What?"[/color] Max stammered, unable to process Isobel's absurd claim. He spent a moment gathering his mind before blurting out. [color=f7941d]"Are you insane? You're telling me that giant boulder with teeth is friendly?"[/color] Max looked at Isobel incredulously, trying to sly any deceit but finding none. "Unless...could it be a dragon pup?" Max didn't like the implications of this line of thinking. It meant that the earth dragon was a mere fraction of its potential full adult size. He stepped aside at Isobel's request but more as an afterthought than an acknowledgment of her threat. [color=f7941d]"You know what. It doesn't matter if its a puppy. If anything, it's more disconcerting that you are letting an infant that big roam around unsupervised."[/color] Max sighed his rising anger having been put out by the sudden revelation.

[color=chocolate]“Like I said.”[/color] Isobel walked past Max with a grunt. [color=chocolate]“He don't hurt no one usually. If I thought he'd be a problem, I wouldn't keep him around. His species is a pretty docile kind, ya know, maybe if ya actually didn't have rocks in your head you'd know that.”[/color] Pot meet kettle. Isobel might not be the best student, but she knew her summons well. Not that Max would get time to reply. Isobel was already walking off, an aggressive pace that almost dared someone to try and get in her way.

[color=f7941d]"That went well."[/color] Max thought to himself, as he watched Isobel walk storm off. He had said more than he meant to due to her words getting under his skin. She, fortunately, didn't read too much into it. [color=f7941d]"At the very least. I know more about her than I did before. I don't think I'll have any trouble with a runt ice dragon and a giant rock child."[/color] He thought smugly, as he started walking to his next class. [color=f7941d]"My main focus will still be overcoming the fire dragon. I know I said I wouldn't be kind but if I were to kill one of that girl's dragons. Well, I know I wouldn't stop until someone's head rolled. That makes the challenge of bringing it down all the more difficult."[/color] Max went on like this, making plans for his future encounter.