[center][h3][color=#d40b0b]Zephyr Heidrich[/color][/h3][/center]

A wave of relief came over the boy when his peripheral vision caught a forthright Luke. It was hard to discern his mien from this range after considering the fact that Zephyr was nearly twenty-five feet high and falling. Even though the watery tendrils may pose as a hurdle that obstructed the water elementalist from his goal, the main foe laid right before Zeph- or rather, below. The sable-hued weapon emitted a faint hum as the boy led it down unto his opponent. His target quickly changed from the dragon’s scalp to its open jaws. He reassured himself that the aqueous assailant lacked a digestive system, even a toddler could deduce that. With that sentiment backing him, the well-dressed figure plunged into its mouth. 

His vision was nearly unaffected once his body had been fully immersed. The water itself was pristine, almost safe for drinking, sans the energetic overload one would take. Mo Ye effortlessly sliced through his opponent’s internals. With cheeks full of air, he continued his streamline strike until he broke through the back of its fluid hide. The boy was able to manifest a platform just in time for another strike. A tendril was jetting its way towards Zephyr. In retaliation, the student held his blade up before him and met the extremity head on. Its uniform edge created a divide in the appendage. Water haphazardly geysered as the dragon retracted the two halves and mended its wound. His chilled sensation from his soaked clothing barely surmounted to a distraction. He’s been through whole winters with only a few meager layers. 

Zephyr was preparing to turn himself into a human bullet once more when he noticed something soothing. The dragon’s size was waning. Slowly, but surely. But the beast wouldn’t go down without a fight, that much he knew for sure. The boy brandished his blade and homed in on all of the wildly flailing tendrils. The dragon’s itself was far from pacified, yet at the moment it appeared to be fending off Luke’s efforts on a whole separate plane, one unseeable to a darkness user. Now locked on his targets, Zephyr leaned forward and sent himself flying across the outer boundary of their trial. The tendrils and neck of the dragon were just in Mo Ye’s reach. The self-propelled boy cut through them all in one fell swoop. 

His attack must have done enough to help Luke enforce the [i]ebb[/i] side of the cycle. The dragon, almost submissively and somewhat anticlimactically dwindled down back to the tranquil waters. He welcomed the sensation of grass beneath his formal footwear, yet the boy’s momentary muse was cut short by the reminder of Luke. Zephyr paced his way over to his classmate, engrossed in facilitating the flow of air within his lungs. The recreation of the fabled Chinese sword dissipated. The umbral mist was siphoned back into the dark orb, which now remained whole. He gave a curt nod to the student sprawled out before him. Although his deadpan expression failed to offer a smile of praise, the blank countenance was at least capable of managing a few words. [color=#d40b0b]”Good job to you. Rest for now.”[/color]

For playful fun in hopes of raising Luke’s spirits, Zephyr was tempted to produce a water bottle from his satchel and ask if the guy was thirsty. Yet again, common sense reasoned against it and instead the boy wordlessly slung it over his shoulder. [color=#d40b0b]”I’m going to change. We’ve got a while before any afternoon classes. Take comfort in this respite, Luke… See you around.”[/color] Carrying the student back probably wasn’t a plausible option. His muscles and spirit must have been crying in unison after that struggle. Best thing to do was to let him rest to the pacifying sounds of the lakeside.
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(Will edit this part in after graduation party)