"Well, with all those powers, we might as well make use of them." Storm said to her with a friendly wink. Outside, he heard a roar signalling Drakine's enter and he smirked when he remembered Drake's similar take-off. When the dragoness walked through the doors to the cafeteria, she paid no mind to the others. Of course not, Storm thought.
Storm's nose twitched when Drakine let loose a small jet of fire to further cook her meat. He raised his brows at Cass, obviously questioning her last statement. He rubbed his palms together before clapping loudly, a devilish grin spread on his face. "Arena's open for practice any time, Cass. What do you say we practice a bit before the battles?" he asked as he hefted his tray.
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Drake walked through the halls somberly, his hands shoved into his pockets and his head hanging slightly. He pulled out his right hand from his jeans and held his palm up to his face. He didn't even need to focus on what to do now. His powers just happened.
Frost collected on his palm and he stretched his fingers out so they were tense. An icicle as sharp as any knife grew out of the collected frost and hardened over another sheet of ice. He hefted the ice weapon and threw it with deadly accuracy at a small black mark on a part of the hallway wall.
It hit the concrete and smashed, disippating when Drake walked by. He continued through the school until he reached his dorm room. When he pulled the key out of his pocket, he heard a rasped voice behind him. "So you're entering the Arena today Drake?" he heard and sighed because the rough dialect from the girl could be recognized anywhere.
"Mhm," he responded to Riley as he walked into his room. He hoped the girl would leave him alone, but she seemed insistent on talking to him. He swept his arms out to the side in an over-exaggerated movement for her to come in. She gave him a curt nod and walked into his dorm room, lip curled slightly in distaste. "What is it you want?" he asked, at a loss for her emotions with no way to read her eyes. Stupid aviators, he mumbled in his thoughts.
"Look Drake. I like you and I know for a fact that you're going to get yourself killed in the games tonight," she said as she sat down on his bed. She pulled her aviators off, but Drake still couldn't make any sense of her feelings through her dark orbs that were her eyes. "What do you think fighting little miss hellfire is going to prove?" she asked through a yawn.
"What I think is actually none of your business," he snapped back, light blue eyes glowering down on her lanky form.
"Fine," she said as she raised her hands in mock surrender. "If it is partner night, you might want someone who can protect you. You know, I'm pretty sure you and your little ice gig could get along fine with anyone but Drakine. She knows your weaknesses," she said with a shrug.
"Just go," Drake said tiredly and Riley shrugged, slipped her aviators back onto her face, and exited the room. When she left, she slammed the door behiind her which caused Drake to wince. He sat down heavily on the bed before falling back onto his pillow with a huff. "You can't run forever," he murmured to himself as he stared up at his ceiling.
Ooc; We really need Em to start posting. =/
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