As Idris led the Sages down the halls to the dorms, the walls become increasingly covered in a compilation of interesting vines, and other flora and the floor became craggy and uneven, as though tilled for a garden.

In the middle of this mayhem stood a pair of palm-trees that grew up through the stone floor for an old man to hang a hammock between, himself sleeping seemingly blissfully unaware that he was living inside an exceptionally large school.

[color=orange][b]"Looks like a certain someone decided to turn the halls into his personal napping area,"[/b][/color] Idris muttered as she stared at the male in the hammock, [color=orange][b]"Hey, wake your ass up!"[/b][/color] Walking up to the hammock, Idris flipped the male out of the object, giving everyone a clear view of her cloaked back, and how its seemed she was a bit wider than one would have initially thought.

Kailu-En woke at the harsh words of the cloaked person, and reached for a nearby staff to help him out from his hammock when they tried to spill him onto the halls in a less-dignified manner. He swung wildly at the figure in retaliation, his aim was good, despite his lack of speed compared to Idris, he only narrowly missed hitting her upon the ribs, instead the end of his staff slashed at her cloak as she jumped back with dull surprise.

[color=lime]"Didn't they teach you to respect your elders in school?"[/color] He asked, as he rolled his feet underneath him and assumed a somewhat inviting yet menacing half-slumped posture; like a coiled spring steadying itself with a staff like it were a guide-rod pointed accusingly right at Idris. [color=lime]"Well, at least you'll make a good example for anyone watching,"[/color] he mused as his other hand appeared to preparing some other sort of weapon from the vines on the floor.

[color=orange][b]"Didn't anyone ever teach you not to fall asleep in the halls?"[/b][/color] she demanded as a ball of fire formed in her hand, [color=orange][b]"Seriously Kailu, you are supposed to be in the training halls teaching the other students how to fight, not napping in the halls! [i]Or[/i] ruining my favorite cloak, now I need to find a new one. You owe me a new cloak."[/b][/color]

[color=lime]"These [i]are[/i] the training halls, girly. And you're late."[/color] Kailu seemed to point out, feeling triumphantly vindicated at finally having a sparring-partner after so many months trapped in this school's halls. [color=lime]"Class is now in session."[/color] He then smiled aside to the onlooking gawkers before launching himself at a nearby wall, lashing a whip out to snag upon one of the many candle-lights along the side, and appearing to sweep the hall with this gigantic thorny tripwire before changing direction to run the ceiling until the taught whip jerked him back to sail in a graceful tight arc towards Idris's back.

Idris tracked his movements without too much effort, only moving her head as she committed to memory where he put the trips. [color=orange][b]"These halls are about half a mile too far to the left,"[/b][/color] she said, [color=orange][b]"Which means you got lost against didn't you? I mean, its not the first time and I highly doubt it will be the last, you tend to get lost a lot."[/b][/color] With a flick of her wrist, Idris sent the fireball after one of the vine traps he had set up, figuring the flame would follow the trip to the rest.

As the flame burned-away at his vines, the one he relied on frayed and gave out just as he came near striking-distance of Idris, but as it snapped he suddenly fell away and slid to a halt, still facing her and ready to block any follow-up move, only to hear her chastising him for becoming lost and proceeding to tidy-up the halls of his overgrown garden.

[color=lime]"Maybe, but a room is not inherently a class, and class can never always be confined to such a narrow constraint as a room." [/color] He lectured, as he resumed vaulting to make himself a difficult target, snatching another whip from another hidden location amongst the greens before Idris could torch it.

[color=lime]"As fights can break out anywhere,"[/color] He vaulted back to Idris's front, and willed the plants to grow at an exceedingly alarming rate that soon threatened to lift off the vaulted stone ceiling

However, not wishing to make himself an easy target, he leapt away again with an agility that only an elf could ever hope to achieve, landing beside her to continue his explanation, jabbing her tattered cloak with his staff, [color=lime]"any time,"[/color] he paused, waiting for Idris to lash-out before ducking to her other side and continuing further, [color=lime]"for nearly any reason."[/color]

To put on the peace de-resistance, he hooked his staff under Idris's cloak and gave it a great big yank as he jumped away, revealing the cloaked-woman's silvery wings, [color=lime]"These conditions are usually absurd. And disorientating."[/color]

Having fouled his weapon with textiles, he took a second to remove the large chunk of Idris's cloak from his large wooden staff. [color=lime]"So best to get them used to it. I'm sure Mr Roran would agree that being unfazed by such shenanigus things can quickly yield a strong tactical advantage. Will he be joining you in class this semester?"[/color]

[color=orange][b]"You talk too much,"[/b][/color] the female winged elf stated before stretching out her wings a bit, then hauling off and punching the male in the face as he was distracted by removing her cloak from his staff. With the plants and her cloak out of the way, she was able to stretch out, a flame sword appearing in her hand. If he was going to favor the earth, she had no trouble favoring fire.

[color=orange][b]"Lesson one, don't talk so damn much when you are fighting,"[/b][/color] she bit out, lunging at the male, [color=orange][b]"Lesson two, leave my Husband out of this... you know he..."[/b][/color] Idris fell silent as she attacked Kailu in an unrelenting manner, not at all pleased that he had mentioned her husband when the last time she had seen him was when he had decided to go dimension hopping again.

As the roof fell away, he suddenly realized he was in the air, and not by his own choice as the harsh dose of Idris's fists brought the gravity of his situation into focus as he could feel the searing heat of her flamesword just inches away from permanently maiming him. He gave her a bodily kick to the chest to wrest himself from her grip, and spread his own wings... making it seem as though he was trying to flee in fear of his life... and although he may have been afraid of a woman's scorn, he knew fleeing was not his answer.

As he passed a certain point, he dropped his staff, turned, and lashed at Idris with his whip as he tried to hold his small section of airspace.

Meanwhile, down below, the staff hit the floor, and fell to its side, hitting one final tripwire. From below, a faint rumbling was heard as a chunk of the hall was lifted, and quickly accelerated skyward towards where Idris and Kailu were fighting. [color=lime]"Lesson three: Not all that is earth, burns."[/color] He countered, headbutting Idris.

Idris let out a hiss, followed by a yelp when she got hit with the section of floor, not at all pleased by the fact that it had smacked her in the back. Before it had the chance to catapult her into the ceiling, she managed to break it away so she was free from it and chose to freefall towards Kailu instead of flying at him. [color=orange][b]"Lesson Four, try not to talk so much when you are fighting,"[/b][/color] she said as she grabbed Kailu by the front of his shirt and used her wings to propel them towards the ground. She had no interest in his games, she had to take the Sages to their rooms and be off to do some work.

Using his whip, he hooked a chunk of exposed rafter, veering the fall-path enough so that he would clear of the floor by inches and bleeding-off excess speed as he used Idris as a brake-skid. Getting up from the rubble, he offered a hand to help Idris to her feet, only one since the effort to not collide head-first into the stone floor had dislocated his entire right arm.

[color=lime]"Lesson five, disregard lessons one and four. As talking is a free action preferable to getting your skull caved-in because of a temper-tantrum."[/color] He smiled as he gave his conflicting lesson, one clearly from a bad experience as he let-go of Idris's hand just before she could regain her balance, [color=lime][i]"Class dismissed[/i]."[/color]

Idris rolled her eyes in his attempt to make her fall again, grabbing the front of his shirt so, as she fell, he did to. [color=orange][b]"I will be sure to tell [i]Roran[/i] that you thought it would be a good idea to fight me,"[/b][/color] she said, now on the floor with Kailu. Flipping the two of them, she set her knee on his chest and popped his arm back into place, standing up shortly after. [color=orange][b]"And there you have it, a fun little spar where you got to see your teacher fight and your headmaster kick his ass."[/b][/color]

Kailu winced slightly when his arm was thrown back into place, but at this point [i]everything[/i] hurt already, so being able to use both arms outweighed the pain. [color=lime]"Still, your drow friend would've probably wanted to see this for himself."[/color] He said, getting to his feet mostly under his own power, not willing to fall for the exact same trick he just pulled on Idris. [color=lime]"And it was more of a draw."[/color]