A frustrating return

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Taking care of himself had always been one of Ibara's nature. It was in his blood. His natural survivalistic intuitiveness granted him this luxury. Igneel had only augmented that ability by raising him in a firey cave for only ten years of his total seventeen.

Life in the village which surrounded Sabertooth was much different to that reality. Much more luxurious but still on the completely opposite side of the spectrum. With Igneel, Ibara was required to fend for himself, hunt for his own food, cook it with his own fire under the watchful eye of his teacher, guardian and father. This empowered him in a sense and prepared him for the outside world in a larger-than-life kind of way.

Only recently had Ibara established the idea of buying things from shops. This included food, essentials like toilet paper, toothpaste etc, luxuries (occasionally) and general things which he wanted to buy. Naturally, he was never deterred from walking into the village and buying what he needed, this was only empowered by the fact that the villagers were so nice and displayed top-notch hospitality that only a jerk could think of as pesky. At least Ibara thought so anyway. In fact, he thought so at that very moment after locking his eyes on a man whom held himself in such a pretentious way that Ibara almost wanted to retch. He kept trying to look away, trying to deter himself from looking at anything other than the man because he knew it would only fuel his temper. Little did the young dragon knew, the man had a habit for causing a scene.

Ibara was about to walk away, he was so close to losing himself that if he didn't turn away now, he'd unleash on the man like he'd never done so before. That was until he heard a crash and the stampeding of feet, a natural sign of fleeing citizens. All he could do was look back from whence he came to notice the man standing in a clearing, having destroyed a villager's stall in the process. The villager, whom was clearly just trying to get the man to buy his wares was cowering as if he were next, to follow his stall in this sod's pretentious path of destruction.

"Hey! Lay off him!“

Ibara stepped forwards and trails of embers followed his feet. Fire began to tickle around his knuckles, dancing across his palms before disappearing once more. This was only a sign of Ibara's anger to come should the man provoke him further. Steam radiated off the young dragon, he was prepared for a fight to protect this citizen, regardless of the consequences.

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What Ibara noted initially was a young girl with absurd features, something the wizard had slowly become accustomed too as time passed. He didn't pay her any heed until she went so far as to physically lead him astray, a feat that Ibara would have lashed out at should the woman's intentions not be reflected upon her features - completely innocent.

"You're messing with the wrong guy..“

Although this remark was gentile in nature and was primarily aimed at the woman whom attempted to reprimand and set him straight to avoid a fight that could very well end in Ibara's annhilation, this was also indirectly aimed at Frederick whom still stood an average distance away from them both. Once he had delivered his message, he focused more intently on what the girl was trying to say.

His eyes narrowed as she played out scenes directly to him without the use of words - she simply relayed her words through actions and illusions that she seemed to conjure. Clearly the woman was a mage although this was an obscurity to the other man which seemed like a fact that the woman wanted to keep hidden for some reason. Her actions proceeded the video illusion as a representation of what Ibara should do next. Sadly, with Ibara's instinctive nature having already kicked in, this was an embarrassment he simply couldn't afford - besides, where's the fun in running away from a fight? Ibara thought to himself. His reply to her was as clear as day, relaying back a message to the woman of equal simplicity.

"This isn't a fight I walk away from. He gets away with treating people like that? What'll stop him from doing it again, this is a situation that has to be dealt with here and now. Regardless of the consequences.“

Ibara shook violently, not out of rage but to simply go free of the woman's grasp. In turn, he turned away from her to glance back at Frederick who was seemingly drawing closer, an action that he had not noticed before but this immediately put the young dragon on high alert. This action was followed by a few malicious words which threw Ibara's mind completely off-course, clearly he wasn't comfortable with someone firing back an equally fiery retort.

Considering Ibara's nature in the past, it was usually obscene to have anyone directly challenge him upon the issue of physical threats such as the one delivered to this trouble-stirring wretch of a man. Clearly meeting someone of an equal-hotheaded standpoint was rather shocking for the young dragon to witness and frankly, seeing him react in such a way threw him completely off guard even to the point where he was lost for words in a brief moment.

"Y-ya-you.. what?“

He stammered for a few seconds, unaware that this little accident had even occurred (regardless of whether it made him look like a blithering idiot or not) but the fire wizard had intervened for a very simple reason, a reason he stood behind which brought him back to reality in half the time it took him to stammer. Ibara soon realized, in his momentary lapse of mediocrity, that the man had closed the distance gap between them both and now stood in a literal sense - head-to-head. This enraged Ibara to no end, there was one thing he really hated, when people touched him without consent. The act, in Ibara's mind, gave off the idea of superiority as if one owned the other and this was a concept he disagreed with on all accounts.

"Get the hell off me!“ Ibara said with a push on Frederick's chest to fuel his words. His movements were swift, strong and concise, his accuracy honed and ready. Clearly Ibara was ready for a fight even if there was nothing to come, regardless of the power-gap between them - he was determined to win - this wasn't a battle of brawn but a battle of ideals, to Ibara at least.

Simply knocking Frederick off balance wasn't enough for a man whom was now riled up to his core. Initially slightly hunched from before after having his head inclined to meet with his foe's; Ibara burst upwards with equal vigour, snarling as he did so. Clearly, even if the push weren't to connect, the force of his outburst would be a physical obtrusion capable of catching any fighter by surprise.

"No. You're gonna pay that merchant for damage costs, me? I won't have to waste a jewel on ya'.. Did I forget to mention hospital fees are costly too?“

Although this comedic remark was completely out of place, Ibara welcomed it with a sly smirk, perhaps a costly one if it succeeded in riling his opponent up more than he already had. This wasn't a usual tactic of his but his uncontrollable anger had driven him to a point he usually didn't go too, a point where his unpredictability shone through and this was simply one side of that.

"Igneel wouldn't let this slip by and neither will I..“ Ibara muttered to himself, launching at Frederick again, regardless of whether he'd been pushed back or remained completely stand still.

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