Vencrest swung mightly at the dummy in front of him, sending it flying in an array of straw and sticks. It swung for several seconds, before falling limply back into position. Vencrest panted in exhaustion, and returned into a normal standing position, wiping the sweat from his brow off of his head. He had been at the Outdoor training arena of two weeks, taking advantage of the chance to relax, and train for a little bit. He was just beginning to touch on the most important part of his visit. Aerial combat. He had only performed one aerial move in his life as a drow, but now, he would plan for more, taking advantage of his superior skill at riding a dragon.

Vencrest approached Zekbel, his mighty plasma dragon, mounting it. "Fly!," he exlclaimed in his native tounge, signaling the dragon to take off in the air. The beast flapped its mighty wings, sending a large gust from them, and creating a small cloud of dust.

Vencrest flew for several minitues, warming up the muscles of the dragon before he would actually perform the move. Several civilians below pointed in awe at the masive dragon flying so low to the ground. Vencrest created some pressure in his heels, giving the signal to the dragon to perform the one move they have ever actually performed. The dragon flew low to the ground, and near the dummy, and swooped it up in his massive claws. He flew high in the sky, and released the dummy, and followed its decent, clawing at it ferousiciously as he did so.

As he neared the ground, he pushed it mightly, sending it impacting in the dirt, creating another cloud of dust, but the dragon kept flying towards the point of impact. Zekbel slowed his decent, and as he neared it, unleashed a flood of lava, smothering the dummy in the flames. He landed, away from the dummy. Vencrest admired the work of his beloved dragon, glad for the chance to train.

Valerik flew over the grasslands atop Akor. The mighty ash dragon was lazily flying low to the ground, flapping his wings only occasionally. Valerik yawned, hoping to find something exciting or benificiary for him to do. He had been flying nearly the entire the day, having nothing to do but direct the dragon and stare at the ground. The sea of jade grass wizzed by them, the wind blowing the blades back and forth, to and fro.

But at last, Valerik was able to make out a building off in the distance. He was immediatly able to make it out as the outdoor training arena he was so familiar with. Training was a warriors best friend, exspecially one who didn't originate from a combat oriented family. Valerik was an accomplished swordsman, and yet never thought of wielding a sword during his mortal life. Valerik motioned for Akor to land, pointing towards the direction of the building.

But a speck in the sky caught his eye. He immediatly ordered the dragon to stop, bringing him back into the sky. Akor glared back at Valerik, angry at the changed command. Apparently, the dragon wished to train. The vampire ignored him, staring intently at the moving speck. It swooped down, lifting something off the ground. As Valerik neared, he was able to make it out as a dummy. And the dragon, it too was familiar. It was Vencrest's beloved dragon! Valerik whispered into Akor's ear, telling him the plan he was about to execute. Him too hadn't much ariel combat. Of course, him and Akor brainstormed, but he had never done any.

Valerik ordered the dragon to swoop low, grabbing a nearby dummy. The vampire hoped that Vencrest was watching. The dragon clutched the dummy, throwing it in the air. Valerik then launched a burst of lightning, sending it at the straw figure. A direct hit. The dummy nearly exploded, falling to the ground in several pieces. Valerik landed, dismounting his dragon, waving towards the drow.

Vencrest glided down, in victory, noticing a dark shadow forming quickly overhead. His eyes drifted upwards, to the source of the sudden change of light. It was none other than the ash dragon of his vamiric friend, Valerik. It swooshed, and picked up a nearby dummy, and threw it into the air, allowing a brief time period for the vampire to send a bolt of lightning at it, and nearly cause the thing to explode. The dragon landed, allowing its owner, Valerik, to dismount. Valerik began to wave at the drow, signalling him that he had arrived. Vencrest approached, waving similarly, his mighty dragon trailing close behind.

"My dear friend," he exlaimed, grasping the hand of his friend. "It is good to see you and Akor again! The last time I saw him, he was merely the size of a dog, barely able to finish a rabbit on his own! Now he's so big! Its great to see this!" Vencrest own dragon, Zekbel, approached cautiosly, sniffing the air gently, as if it was containated by the unknown, and new dragon.

"Haha! Truely humorous," Vencrest exlaimed in laughter at the sight of such a powerful dragon, cautious at the sight of one of the weaker species. Even though his dragon was one of the most physically imposing type of dragon in all of Arda, he still knew that the dragon before him was equally powerful, with a breath weapon more deadly than his own dragons. "So," Vencrest said, placing his hands on his hips, gazing at the clear sky. "How does some aerial training sound?"

Valerik smiled at the sight of Vencrest, still nervous about the humongous size of Zekbel. The dragon was incrediably stronge, one of the strongest in fact. Valerik's own dragon wasn't as physically imposing, but his breath weapon was useful, especially since Valerik didn't need to breath, making his breath weapon useless against his master. The pressurized lava of Zekbel would hurt anyone and destroy anything. Valerik's immunity to Akors breath weapon was a security that he strongly enjoyed.

"My dear friend," he exlaimed, grasping the hand of his friend. "It is good to see you and Akor again! The last time I saw him, he was merely the size of a dog, barely able to finish a rabbit on his own! Now he's so big! Its great to see this!" Vencrest own dragon, Zekbel, approached cautiosly, sniffing the air gently "Haha! Truely humorous," Vencrest exlaimed in laughter at the sight of such a powerful dragon, cautious at the sight of one of the weaker species. Even though his dragon was one of the most physically imposing type of dragon in all of Arda, it seemed Zekbel was aware of the mighty ash dragon's breath. "So," Vencrest said, placing his hands on his hips, gazing at the clear sky. "How does some aerial training sound?"

Valerik nodded, accepting Vencrest's challenge. "How would you like to orginize our training?" asked the vampire, placing his hands similarly on his hips, almost mocking the drow's posture. "Are we going to spar, or fight!" he growled playfully.

Vencrest began to walk to his dragon, already expecting the response of his friend, Valerik. "How would you like to orginize our training?" asked the vampire, placing his hands similarly on his hips, almost mocking the drow's posture. "Are we going to spar, or fight!" he growled playfully. Vencrest climbed onto the back of his dragon, and glared playfully at his friend. "We will spar, after a quick warm up. One important piece of information, do not use a breath weapon, and do not cause to much harm to another, and our dragons. We do not want to cause a rivalery, or ruin the friendship that has been bonded between us. Act as if it was us, hurting eachother." He kicked his heels, sending the dragon skyward, rocketing to the clouds. He spiraled, and soared, grow acclamated to the high altitude and cold weather of the skies.

"Ready for this," Vencrest questioned his dragon, who spiraled around, warming his wings for the upcoming sparing match. Zekbel let out a snort, sending a puff of smoke joining the clouds from the dragons nostrils, trailing past his blood stained horns. "Remember," Vencrest reminded, trying to whisper into the ear of the dragon, but the noise the wind generated, forced him to shout. "Don't release your lava, we don't want to hurt them." His dragon snorted again, sending a puff of smoke into the clouds. Vencrest kicked his heels again, sending the dragon down to the source where Valerik was, his talons aimed to claw at the opposing dragon, while Vencrest outstreched his hand, casting the spell Blizzard at the general direction of the vampire and dragon.

Valerik laughed, glad that Vencrest took his playful mock. We will spar, after a quick warm up. One important piece of information, do not use a breath weapon, and do not cause to much harm to another, and our dragons. We do not want to cause a rivalery, or ruin the friendship that has been bonded between us. Act as if it was us, hurting each other." Valerik nodded, somewhat upset that his strongest weapon was useless now.

The vampire mounted Akor, similar to Vencrest. But the drow's speed was unmatched to Valerik's. The man was up in the air before Valerik could position himself on the oversized saddle on the dragon's back. He began to dig his heels into the wide sides of the dragon, but already Vencrest's attack was coming. The dragon's claws were aimed at Valerik's dragon, and the drow was already casting a spell. Cold and hail came down upon him, cooling him at the touch.

Ice flew at them, piercing Valerik's skin. The dragon let out a roar of pain, rising into the sky. The plasma dragon's attack missed, the vampire barely avoiding it. Now, it was their turn. Akor let out a puff of smoke. Not one of fire that sped out of his nostrils, but a noxious concoction that spewed out slowly and deadly.

Akor flew towards the dragon near the ground, his teeth aimed for Zekbel's neck. Valerik drew his sword, slashing at the nearby dragon rider when they came into range.

Zekbel sped through the after affects of the spell, blizzard that Vencrest had just cast, the cold still lasting through the warm summer stuffy air. Zekbel's talons were aimed at the other dragons belly, aimed to peirce his mighty scales, and rend his very flesh, but only to a minor extent. When a dragon was trying to kill something, it was obvious. They would strike with amazing might, and speed. This wasn't the case, Vencrest and Valerik were only sparring, and Vencrest was sure to annociate in the beginning that there would be no breath weapons and leathal blows.

Akor flew in the air, roaring at the cold wind of the blizzard spell. Both dragon and rider seemed to be affected by the cool winds and ice that had struck them. Even though he had managed to hit him with the spell, the pair had managed to dodge the blows of the dragon, taking off into the sky. Akor let out a bellow, sending a cloud of poisenous smoke. "GET OUT!," Vencrest roared, holding his shirt to his mouth. Zekbel took off into the sky, avoiding the lethal poisen, and unkwolingly avoiding the strike of the dragon.

Zekbel landed farther away, sneezing huge puffs of air, clearing his lungs of the poisenous gases. "What happend!," Vencrest roared at Valerik. "No breath weapons, remember? A blast of your poisen, and my lava can kill!" Vencrest stroked the side of his dragon, still angry with his 'friend. "You could have killed me!" He added, "and not to mention Zekbel!"

Valerik's dragon lunged towards Zekbel, claws extended. His intention to kill was masked by a half smile across his face. It was apparent that this was sparring. But the dragon's warm up snort of gasses was taken as a offensive breath weapon, only to be carried by the wind towards Vencrest and his mighty plasma dragon. While Vencrest flew off, face across his shirt, Zekbel coincedentally avoided the blow. Akor's mouth bit off a portion of the earth, dirt and stones flying in the air. The dragon landed, spitting out ground.

It seemed that Vencrest had landed as well, dismounting off his ddragon. Valerik followed suit, sliding of the smooth scales of Akor. What happend!," Vencrest roared at Valerik. "No breath weapons, remember? A blast of your poisen, and my lava can kill!" Vencrest stroked the side of his dragon, still angry with his 'friend. "You could have killed me!" He added, "and not to mention Zekbel!" Immediatly, Valerik understood that his warm up was taken as a offensive gesture.

"I know theirs no breath weapons!" exclaimed Valerik, heading straight for Vencrest. He calmed his voice, attempting to stay cool and rational. "We were warming up, and at the time the wind blew the poisen towards you," explained Valerik. "It was no different when you flew in the sky and used that as a form of intimadation a while back," refered the vampire. Valerik had no intention of hurting either Vencrest of Zekbel. "I'm sorry, and Akor apologizes as well," said Valerik, Akor giving a snort of agreement.