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She was proving to be a real challenge, not letting herself be intimidated by him. Altrom smiled, not a warm and friendly smile, but a sadistic and unnerving one.
"Talk when you're talked to dragonkin!" Altrom sneered at her dragon. He hadn't been talking to it, and wouldn't. He knew that he couldn't intimidate a dragon, and certainly not one of theat size. With that kind of size, it must have a matching ego.

"Listen up missy, if you son't throw that black badge there down to me, within the next pair of seconds, then I'm afraid I'll have to either chase you and your dragon, till you hide behind the island officials, or I might have to come around when you're sleeping, and stomp the very essence of life out of your miserable being." Altrom's voice was cold, yet with a genuinely annoyed tone. "Do you feel like challenging fate, or are you going to throw that badge?" he said it, forwarding his hand, as if she should come place it in his hand.

His gaze was hard and he really hoped that she wouldn't be taking up a fight, it'd really ruin the rest of his day. He wasn't feeling like running around at night, killing people in their sleep, and he certainly wasn't feeling like fighting in his current state. But it was up to her, which was actually quite annoying.


Zindra looked out from her hiding, she was certain that Altrom was going to pick up a fight with this girl. He'd been in a bad mood since his day started, and after her little joke, she could feel that he was as close as ever to the edge.
She tensed her muscles, and readied herself for a jump, in case the girl had plans about letting her dragon try to snap him in two.
Her innards felt like churning icechunks, which they actually were. She'd been converting water into ice in her stomach, to create some ammunition for coming battles.