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I just want interesting character and combat dynamics between Shen, his partner, and their potential other partner.
Shen Huanglong
Welcome to the Academy of Arcane Artes, Fleshbag
"*Fweh*" Shen sounded as he spat out snow that had gotten into his mouth during the crash. Speaking of which, hopefully the griffin got out alright. The Asian looked around his general vicinity. ...Huh, that was peculiar. The griffin wasn't laid out on the ground, headfirst in a snowdrift like he was... Shen looked up, and there she was, as beautiful and as slightly crispy as he had last seen her. No wonder she'd - she? He'd been calling it a 'she', but what was it even? - had decided to drop him off. Literally. 'Okay then,' he thought, waving goodbye to the magical beast. Now to turn to the young fellow who had decided to-

Oh my. He was out for blood. And distinctly covered in snow. ...Maybe best to get out while he had the chance. "Yes, thank you for helping me Mr., ah, Leonardo Alexander Gladstone," Shen said with a bow, "but I must be... departing now." And so he did. Best to get out of that before it escalated. And lucky he did, because it definitely did escalate.

Now where was the main hall he was supposed to go to...
***

Shen blinked twice in his seat. Well that was certainly an interesting speech by an equally interesting headmaster! And that talk of partners... Maybe he'd get to meet a modern mage, or perhaps a regular human! He'd never met either before... OR maybe a new race he hadn't seen? The options ran through his head as he funneled out of the hall along with the rest of the student body.

He stopped in place. If his family was outdated... Did that mean their social practices were as well? That Leonardo Alexander Gladstone fellow sure seemed fairly in line with their beliefs, but what if he was a pariah? Was that why he was getting into a fight with that hundredfold army of orcs? If so, then maybe Shen shojld just keep his mouth shut and gaze averted until someone instigated. Yes, that would be the safest option. At least until he figured out proper modern social ettiquette.
How's that for 'something', Lucius?
Shen Huanglong
The Yellow Dragon God
The chill of winter mountain wind bit at Shen's exposed skin as he walked towards the edge of the ten square kilometer property of his family. The snow was deep and there was naught but the light of the moon to light his way. The snow crunching between his feet and the sounds of wildlife were the only things accompanying him as he ran through the ten square kilometer land of the Huanglong. The young man slowed his steps. The only grounded means to enter - or exit - lay just before him, leading down into a valley, through woodland, and then, apparently, civilization. But he didn't need to go that far.

For from the heavens a majestic beast, a combination of lion and eagle, descended from the sky and landed before him, waiting for its rider.

Shen looked back, lights from the buildings on the estate stared back at him from the sea of blackened white of snow and night. Pleasant memories weren't abundant, but he still had a duty to his family didn't he? Could he really call this the right decision, to take the name of his brother and depart solely to prove a point?

Shen clenched his fist and turned his head away. Of course he could. This was the best decision. They couldn't allow such things as tradition and all-encompassing concerns about magical virility control them, when the mages of the modern world managed with the meager mana they could call their own! And what of the ways of the non-magical? They'd managed to create instruments that could be considered on par with certain magics with nothing more than ingenuity and brute, physical labor!

Yes, this was serving his family in his own way. He needed to show them that their ways couldn't - wouldn't work forever. That they had to adapt, not endure.

And to do that, he had to get on the griffin.
***

Shen decided he did not like flying.

Maybe it was the fact that he had an innate connection to the ground. Or maybe because the griffin saddle just was not that comfortable. Or maybe it was because they were going at an utterly absurd speed towards a rip in space. Or maybe because it was a new, foreign experience.
Or maybe it

...What was that middle one again? Uncomfortable seating?

Nevertheless, it looked like it was finally over. Looming in the distance was a large building, unlike what Shen had ever seen before. The architecture was sleek, there looked to be many students arriving as well, there-

(Alternative Mood Music)

"SLOWSLOWSLOWSLOWSLOW!"

....Well, when one finds themself hurtling towards a courtyard - no, a battlefield, upon which an army of a hundredfold had gathered, in which dragons of frost had been called forth to do battle, one tends to be at a loss of words as they try to comprehend what exactly brought them to that situation. Unfortunately, Shen didn't have time for that, as he was busy pouring a great deal of his mana into reinforcing his and the griffin's body for the inev-

POOF!

...itable impact. A cold, fluffy impact. The Yellow Dragon hast slain the snow dragon, like the prophecy foretold. Now he just had to deal with the nine others in his way.

Once again. Shen did not like flying.

Quickly he moved his right arm to brace for impact while the other shot out, firing a blast of flame. The searing lion-eagle and rider tore through the remaining dragons like a dragonslaying spear of flame, like a majestic star come crashing from the heavens, killing the dinosaurs. Except this time they were on fire and distinctly not dying of an ice age. And they were dragons, not dinosaurs. However, instead of celebrating victory, the only thing on Shen's mind - or rather his face - was a snow drift.

"...Ow."
What an interesting conversation!
A dark cat paced back and forth before him. An omen on a day of omens. Now, Levi wasn't really much of a spiritual or superstitious sort, but what else could you call waking up in some dank basement-esque structure with no windows along with a few other folks who seemed not to have their shit together? It surely wasn't some regular occurrence, that was for sure. The people were speaking, questioning their reasons for being here. It wasn't his place to speak, so he just listened. A few foreign loan words, a rather odd claim about defending the town like some Saturday morning cartoon, and an exchange of names. Nathan, Erebus, Taimu, Katherin, and then the other guys who didn't say a thing. Each had some kind of beast before them. How interesting.

Suddenly, a scream. Slightly muffled, but still audible in the room given its general echo-yness. The blue hoodied young man turned his head to look towards the blonde kind that looked like she was kind of just trying to make herself seem smaller. He'd barely heard it, but the question was there. "Underground by the sound of it," Levi drawled nonchalantly, "'Maho Underground' the girl over there - the one that seems know what's up - said." He shrugged. "No idea what that means though, but I heard something about defending the city."
...What.
Hey, it's not my fault it took goddamn forever to get it to approved by 3 GMs.

3 GMs, including myself I may add.
Finally got my CS approved. I'll see about writing up a post that's at least slightly more serious than the OP. Probably not though. Got a science project worth... a lot, to do.

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