Meeting of the Tiger Demon and the Fairy Dragon(Ari, Private)

Meanwhile, further within the forest, a male stood in a clearing his gaze darting about in a minor frenzy. "DAMN IT! WHERE IS THE FRIGGIN' CAMP SITE!!!!" The male rared out loudly. He was about as pissed off as one could get. Not only had he let a stupid monkey get the best of him, but he had even let the damned thing trick him into getting motion sickness. This was unforgivable from the males stand point, but there really didn't seem t be all that much he could do about it. That was until he noticed the unmistakable large funnel of smoke being let off by the excessively large fire at his camp site.

The male snickered when his eyes caught site of it, "Found ya. Ya stupid ass monkey!!" He cheered excitedly before taking off in the direction of the smoke. This took only a few minutes, but ultimately ended in disappointment for the Dragon Slayer. Not only was the Troll Kong long gone, but he seemed to have taken the lesser Vulcan from earlier with him. The male grumbling before settling on devouring the camp fire. He hadn't used his own dragon fire to make it, so as far as he was concerned, it was dinner for now. The dragonic youth shoving his head into the blaze would began sucking in and chewing up mouthful upon mouthful of flames before calling it quits for now.

"Nothing beats wild fire." He remarked as he walked over to his stuff and picking through it. "Good its still here. I'd be in deep shit if those stupid monkey's had taken it." He said as he admired the dragon scale armor he had the legendary armor and weapon smith Musica, Greylee make for him a few years back. This armor being one of three things he had to his name to remind him of his foster father.

Not far from the fire, only a few short feet beyond it in fact, Ari sat stuffing his belongings into his beat up rucksack. He had just finished stuffing the last bit of his armor into the bag when he heard the sound of rustling from within the brush leading into his quite secluded camp site. He could now hear the pounding of feet upon the soft gaia, as dull a sound it was, his ears picked them up as if they were right before him.

He stopped packing his stuff and swung his arms forward. His hands pressing down upon and digging into the soft gaia before whipping backwards sending him off the ground and into a standing position. He began sniffing at the air, his curiosity had gotten the better of him, which it often did. He could already tell it wasn't a Vulcan, no, Vulcan's weren't very good at being stealthy and these foot falls were too light. A Vulcan's foot falls were rather loud and easy to recognize if one had fought them before. The look upon his facial structure becoming one of slight disgust. Whatever it was, it had a gross scent, half of the scent seemed harmless, the other half seemed to stink of evil.

He didn't even bother to see who it might be. He didn't recognize the scent, so he would approach this being as if they were hostile until they could prove otherwise. Ari gathering flames around his fists, the blaze while flickering about wildly seeming to stay focused. He would dash forth and throw himself into the massive camp fire. His body soaring through the blaze effortlessly without any adverse side-effects. Once beyond the flames and with his target in sight, he would let his feet tap upon the ground for the briefest of moments before lunging at the unknown male and throwing a rather powerful flame-enhanced right hook to the other's jaw.

Ari glared at the male through fire red dragonic optics as the male weaved out of the way of his assault. This would leave him to skid across the ground on the soles of his currently bare feet. "Huh. Ya got some nice reflexes pal." He said cockily as he cracked his knuckles. As each knuckle cracked a light pop would be heard. "What's wrong with me? The hell's wrong you?! Who eats someone else's fire?" He questioned angrily. He wasn't thinking clearly, which wasn't odd given he really never thought much in the first place. Always the impulsive one.

When he heard the other say, "I'm not really in a mood to be fighting but if you come at me again like that I will change my mind." an excited grin would form upon his maw. "Who cares about that. Isn't it natural for the strong to fight?" He inquired as a flames began to spiral around his right arm before being drawn towards his hand where they became somewhat more focused but still they thrashed about in a wild and defiant manner.

The youth's feet digging into the soft gaia beneathe them. His excited grin staying present the whole time. His knees bending for a mere instant before his body was flung towards the male. He hadn't even taken into account the others readiness to draw his blade when this assault was launched. As far as the young Dragon Hunter was concerned the sword wouldn't be a problem. That was something he felt confident he could break with little force. Once more he had thrown a flame-enahnced right hook, but instead of aiming of the others jaw as he had with his previous right hook he feinted the punch and pulled back quickly. Just as he had pulled back he would slam his left foot down upon the ground and swing forward his right leg in a diagonal ascent aimed at the others left frontal lobe.

Ari had grinned excitedly when the kick had at least sent the other to the ground. He had already noticed it, this person's reflexes were either on par with his own or beyond his own. While he'd never admit to such a thing, he could tell it meant this was going to be a whole lot more fun than fighting vulcan's. As he set his foot back down upon the ground he as surprised by the smallest pings of pain in his foot.

He quickly overcame the painful sensation in his foot. His adrenaline was rushing which made ignoring it a lot easier. "Who the hell are you calling short, ya ass?" He snapped angrily, his eyes seeming to narrow and focus in upon the male and his actions. He was caught off guard by the fact the other hadn't unsheathed his blade while attack. This lead to not having enough time to react in full. Ari bringing forth his right hand to catch the sheathed blade, but the speed and force behind the strike had sent him flying backwards.

Ari using this backwards thrust-ed momentum to swing his body so his feet would crash upon the tree behind him. His knees bending with this impact, flames gathering upon his feet he would use said flames to launch himself towards the blade-wielding male. The flames upon his right foot dissipating quickly as his body flipped within the former motions. This lead to his legs now being the highest point of his body. As the flip was finalized he would swing his left leg downwards hoping to slam it down upon the the top of the males cranium as to leave his disoriented and open to further damage.

Ari had been too caught up his next assault to really pay attention to his opponents words. His head turning, gaze shifting and locking upon his adversary as the kick was dodged. While most people would have immediately tried to halt the kick and move to evade, the Dragon Slayer had not done so. He had instead followed through with the kick, but only allowed his left foot to make contact with the now indented gaia. He used the knock-back from his own foots impact t help evade the incoming strike.

Ari's foot pressing into and releasing itself from the soft gaia, his bodies weight shifting backwards allowing him to evade the brunt of the assault. He however hadn't fully evaded it, the tip of the hilt skimming lightly across his side. Not enough to cause damage or throw him off balance, but still enough that he saw the need to distance himself a few feet. "That's not gonna work against me." He declare proudly, still unaware of the fact that the blow had done a bit more than skim. The sleeveless shirt he was wearing splitting along the side.

"You're pretty good at usin' that sword a yours ain't 'cha?" He questioned as he panted lightly. He'd been going at all day, between his week worth of training, dealing with vulcan's, and now this, he was feeling slightly exhausted to say the least. "What's with you? You smell like one evil son of a bitch, but ya sure don't act like one." He said as he gathered flames around his feet. A grin would take form upon his maw as the flames at his feet began to swell and gather pressure at an alarming rate. And then it happened, the gathered pressure erupted allowing him to use these flames to, for lack of better explanation, jet-propel himself with the force of a sixty mile an hour rush.

Ari, now bursting the few mere feet that distanced him from his adversary to get within point blank range. The flames around his feet vanishing leaving only a brief cloud of smoke rolling off them. Flames bursting forth from behind his right right elbow, said arm already being cocked back and ready to go. He would use these flames to greatly enhance the speed of this strike, the flames in an instant spiraling from behind his arm so they became focused upon his fist. He would fling this greatly augmented fire-enhanced fist in a right hook aiming said strike at his enemies chin hoping to leave him disoriented if not out-right incapacitated.

Ari watched closely as his opponent placed his hand out in front of hims, but aimed it at the ground and raised himself a it upon the tips of his feet only to propel himself up into the air leaving a trail of flames behind him. The Dragon Hunter's body twisted as he soared past where his adversary has just been a mixture of excitement and anger playing upon his mug. As he shifted past this spot the backs of his arms and shoulders would be very temprarily bthed in the white flames. Ari for the first time in his life receiving burn damage. The fire mage howling out as he twisted away. His body managing to put out the blaze shortly after.

He swung around as he heard what he could tell was someone inhaling deeply. His eyes locking upon the mage who now lingered abve him, but off to his side a few feet. He felt an odd chill flowing throughout his entire body when he heard the other speak the word, "Flame" only to release a massive ball of white flames down upon him as he finished with, "Demon's Rage!" Awe-struck scarlet red dragonic optics stared in disbelief as he watched the fireball close in upon him. He knew he needed to run. This attack and these flames, they weren't normal they actually caused him pain. Something he had never before encountered in terms of fire-based magic. Despite this knowledge, at first, his legs wouldn't budge, not until the fireball was a mere eight feet away did they obey the frenzied messages from his brain to move. The dragon mage not having time to run instead jumping off to his left. He only needed to make it six more feet away and he could get to his Dragon Blade.

"Damn it. I don't think I'm gonna make it...", he said as the white flames crashed down upon the soft gaia scourching it before the fireball exploded sending the dragon slayer flying. He was lucky. The blst has sent him flying straight into his own massive camp fire. The fire being around ten feet in height and fifth-teen feet in their radius. He skidded to a stop within the blaze. Ari grinned deviously as he began swinging his arm around in a frenzied manner devouring the flames. "Damn it. This better be enough for it!" He brumbled as he scarfed down the flames at an alarming rate. All in all he had eaten most of the camp fire in his desperation to try and enter dragon force. He could feel his mana coming back to him some as he substantially boosted the temperature of his flames.

He walked past what was left of the fire as e rubbed the back of his right hand across his lower facial structure as if cleansing one's face of food. "I'm all fired up now! Time to go wild!" He exclaimed proudly as he dashed at full speed seeming to favor his right side as he did so. His left side showing signs of having sustained rather heavy burning damage. He would scoop down, his right hand ripping through the ground on his way to grab up his Dragon Blade. The male grinning as he felt his fingers wrap around the massive handle of the blade the large golden chains hanging off of it catching on fire as he did so. Ari now stood defending himself against any further assault while waiting to launch his counter-attack.

"Shut up. They aren't supposed to able to burn me. The hell is up with those flames?" He snapped back still shielding himself with his over-sized sword. He'd swallowed the flames hoping to somehow surpass those flames. Flames that could actually harm him, it was a frightening prospect for him. He'd never faced such a thing so it to a slight degree had him on edge.

"No. I was hungry stupid. I've had Vulcan's stealing my friggin' food all day. And as much as it pisses me off to say it, I don't think you're someone I can beat yet." He admitted with clea annoyance as he swung the massive sword around behind him and buried the tip of the blade into the soft gaia. He sighed some as he dropped backwards onto his ass. "You can have the rest of it, but ya gotta tell me your name first." He said grinning deviously, he knew he'd fight this person again, he just didn't know when.

Krow sat, watching through cautious red optics every motion made by the other. "Shut up." He snapped back defensively before his features went back to being more relaxed. He could already tell he didn't too much care for this fella, which wasn't odd, he usually disliked anyone who's ass he'd failed to kick. Which went double in regards to fire mages. "The names Krow, just Krow. Nothing else." He said with his lips mostly sealed, which was an obvious tell to the fact he wasn't being truthful. He had never given out his real name. He always gave people the name he'd been given by his foster Dragon, which might as well be his own name.

"Stop acting so familiar. And I'm not gonna let an enemy eat my fire." He grumbled angrily as he slammed his hands down upon his knees, his fingers sinking into his flesh roughly. "Yeah. I'm a Dragon Slayer." He said as he lifted himself off the ground and walked towards the other. He listened partially to the others words as he leaned in towards the white flames. He then did something truly stupid, he inhaled with all his might pulling the flames off the males hand and into his gullet. Within a mere second the Dragon Slayer was on the ground thrashing about. He in the end, had to force himself to vomit the white flames. "The hell is wrong with them?"

Krow sat there, well more so hunched there, his tongue hanging from his mouth as he ran his fingers over it in an attempt to extinguish the remaining white flames. "Just 'cause we ain't tryin'na off each other don't mean we ain't still enemies." He spat back sourly as he lifted himself back into an up-right position and went to finish packing up his stuff. He'd already burnt the remnants of his demolished tent to a smoldering pile of ashes. Now he just needed to stuff his clothes and armor into his rucksack. "Sabertooth, huh? Never heard of ya." He said as he finished packing up his bag and swung it over his shoulder.

Krow snickered when he heard the others response to his saying he hadn't heard of the Sabertooth guild before. "I don't see why its a big deal. Not like you guy's are big shots or anything." He taunted as he crouched down before the other picking his nose absentmindedly. He'd found it amusing how the other had reacted, but was a bit annoyed by how loud he had been about it.

"You made my ears ring, stupid." He said with feigned concern as he playfully clasped his hands over his ears before mimicking having trouble hearing the other. "I'm not from here. I came here from the Sin Continent." Krow upon hearing the other make claims of Sabertooth in fact being big shots seemed to become annoyed, yet kept himself from snapping. This apparent restraint showing he was becoming a bit more relaxed around the other. "Pfft. You guy's ain't got shit on Fairy Tail." He taunted as he, instead of lifting up his tank top had ripped the right pectoral of it open to expose his black Fairy Tail emblem.