<font color='#736AFF'><font color=darkred>Kjetta's tail turned crimson as he was insulted by Misha. His eyes glared at her and he jumped back in alarm as Lukia screamed out with pain. He flew a fireball straight at the departing Azkora which zipped through the air and headed into the vent after him. He quickly assessed the damage to Lukia's arm and watched as Aurora healed Lukia as best as she could. He felt completely powerless. He nodded in agreement to Falcon's words as he left the room. Out of those who had been in the room there was now him, Draco and his deamon, Aurora, and Misha. Kjetta formed a large ball of fire, his prefered element, and made it hover above his outstretched claw. Turning his gaze onto Misha he growled.
You call yourself Lukia's aunt and yet you throw weapons around as if you are not. How did you get past the reception anyway? A normal pendragon would have had a message sent here from reception that you were in the building and wished to speak with a student.
He paused a moment before continuing
And another thing Misha. I don't take interruptions of my classes lightly. You only have to ask Aurora here. Except that she didn't see the full temper that I possess. Objects get hurt if I loose my temper...moving or not. And after an interruption and you've made me mad, you then insult me. You choose this day of any to insult me!
The fireball moved like lightening to spin rapidly around Misha, in an aim to stop her from escaping. Then once the ball had moved from his hand, he pointed at the door which instantly closed with a swift wind and the lock melted. There was no way out. Not for a normal sized pendraon anyhow. He looked back into the eyes of Misha and growled.
And who's Azkora? And why was he after my student? Everything that has happened this session must be revealed and then I have to report it to either the Principle or Vice-Principle. If you refuse to answer my questions, I challenge you to a duel with no magic and simply using a longsword. Although, I'd prefer to electrify you with lightening... Your offenses currently stand at: interrupting my class, frightening my students and of throwing weapons in a place that is supposed to be safe for everyone inside. Would you like to add anything to that?
His voice was harsh and threatening as he continued to glare at her, his tail flame still crimson. He meant every single word...</font>
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