Working off Breakfast (Open)

[Ziare]

Ziare watched with mild amusment as the man she was fighting was now shimmying up Armenius. That was about the funniest thing she had ever seen in her life. And by the look in Armenius's eyes he found it both amusing and annoying.

May I? he asked with amusement into Ziare's mind.

Be my guest. But be gentle don't kill his pride in one swoop.

*chuckle* We shall see, child, we shall see.

Ziare watched and sat down leaning against the wall. She loved watching her summons fight and Armenius was one of the best. With a mind of his own he was a good fighter having been passed down in her family for generations. There was just nothing better than a fire breathing dragon on your side of a battle.

Armenius whipped his tail up and around effectively knocking Price off his neck with a dark chuckle. His eyes were bright with excitement.

"She said I can do as I please, and I'm rather hungry." he chuckled and blew smoke in Price's face.

Armenius places his massive paw claws out on the chest of one Price. The claws pressed into his skin enough to cause discomfort but not enough to bleed. Definatly enough force to hold him there.

"Now, how shall I cook you? Or is rare more the delicacy these days?" he asked looking over the bow grinning if a dragon could really grin his large sharp white teeth showing as his blue eyes looked over his snack.

[Price]

"Oh no." Price tried his best not to sound so sarcastic as the tail whooshed up to swat him away. The appendage rushed up and Price did little to stop it as it knocked him directly from the back to the mat. Price hit hard, the air being knocked from him as he landed bodily on the ground. This forced him to take a few moments to catch himself before he could get back up, but of course, in that time, Armenius's claws were pressing into his chest. The sharp points hadn't yet broken skin, but were dangerously close to it, and the the pressure upon his chest was keeping him from doing much.

Regardless, despite Armenius's own taunts, Price's smirk just kept up it's usual presence.

"Your words are about as big as your body, you know that Dragon? You've got me, don't you? I'm yours to do with as you wish, big guy! Just go ahead and do it then! Swallow me whole! One bite. I dare you."

Price grinned up at his opposing creature. He may have been down, he may have been out. He may have been beaten, but there was no way he was going down lightly. No way, not Price. He'd be taunting this dragon until it finally decided to bite his head off to shut him up.

[Ziare]

Armenius could only chuckle as he looked down at the pathetic human below. So many of these humans were unworthy of snacking on. Yet, this one asked for it. Smoke billowed forth around the individual lying under his claws. Ziare had given him permission to go all out and she knew his demeanor like no other. So she would know.

Ziare in the mean time sat against the wall watching with great interest. Did.. did he just ask to be eaten? She rolled her eyes as a grin crossed her face. What an idiot. Not asking to be eaten, no that was just lame. But to do it in a cocky, I bet you won't way, would only spur on Armenuis. Granted the dragon would show restraint but Armenius didn't like humans that showed too much cockiness.

Armenius sniffed around the individual letting his smoke run over the boys clothes. He would smell like it later and would stink to the high heavens and that was the point. Armenius grinned at the boy and reared back opening his mouth wide keying Ziare in on the plan he came down with his teeth sparkling and his eyes enraged. Ready to feast on the boy below. Snack Time.

[Price]

Price leaned his head back, closing his eyes for the moment that smoke was blown across him. He shut his mouth tight and tried to close his nostrils as well, but to no avail. The smoke rolled over his body, causing him to cough a little to get it out of his lungs. When he opened his eyes, however, Armenius's jaw was wide and bearing down on him. Price's smirk turned up once more as it came in.

Jackpot.

He closed his eyes and exhaled, finding peace within himself, even despite the incoming danger. Reaching out with his hands, he felt the duffel bag, or moreso, the energy produced by it. Within the duffel bag, however, lay his sword, and Price reached out, spiritually, and extended his own Chi to intermingle with that of the sword. It was as if the weapon was now simply an extension of his own being. It rushed from the bag, turning point-side up and into Armenius's waiting mouth, pointing up to the roof. Likely, the Dragon would cease any ideas it formerly had of eating Price, if only for the moment.

"Now this sword could easily pierce up into your brain, couldn't it, Dragon? Got no scales on the inside, you know. You could crush me, but not before I impaled you... so. Have we reached an agreement? A draw, that's the best I'm giving you."

Price smirked over at the girl, still watching the fight from the sidelines. It was her summon, so he assumed it the decision was up to her in the end.

[Ziare]

And so it was a draw. Ziare smiled and dismissed her summon. He was indeed brave and she was proud of Armenius for being a jerk when he really wasn't and the boy for standing up to a huge dragon all on his own.

"It's a draw then." she chuckled as she walked over to Price.

Holding out her small delicate hand to him so that if he wanted he could use it to help get up. She smiled as her blonde hair fell down around her almost brushing the mat as she leaned down.

"A pleasure fighting with you. Nice fight. Thank you, most see a dragon and run. I assure you Armenius enjoyed the fun." she chuckled.

[Price]

Just like that, the dragon had disappeared, and the girl was congratulating Price on the fight, holding out her hand to allow him back up. With a quick mental shift, Price redirected his Chi to bring the sword into his left hand. He grabbed onto it and held out his right hand, allowing the girl the courtesy of lifting him back to his feet, helping her out with his own physical power as well so the poor thing wouldn't have to drag the heavy boy up herself. Once he was standing, she spoke again, talking about Armenius for a bit. Price just shrugged, shook his head, and went over to grab his duffel bag.

"All rhyming aside," Price casually mocked the usage of the words 'run' and 'fun', turning back to face the girl with a little wink, "it was a good little practice, and your dragon's a hell of an opponent. Somehow, I doubt many people would win against a creature as bad ass as he is. I consider a draw a mark of honor. Just shows that I don't lose, after all," he finished off with a cocky smirk, shrugging his shoulders and hoisting the bag over one of them. Heading out of the training room, he gave a little over the shoulder wave, a simple flick of his right wrist, acknowleding the girl as he left.