The students cast him irritated looks. The teacher seems more calm about the situation, but even he seems a bit annoyed at this. "She's a winter fey."

he frowned. *and im a fey mutated to the point where im less fey and more monster. shes more of a fey than i am. and yet im in the army and shes in your talons. your point is?*

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Fine, then. How would you prevent her from attacking?"

he smirked. *some way where you DONT cripple them and basically kill them, which you all want to do. you dont want to kill, but you would basically make them unable to move, living vegetables. you arent killing them. your resigning them to torture and pain. tell me this: how would YOU like it if you were in her situation? what would do if everything you have done to her, was done to you?*

"She's an enemy of the arial race. She's dangerous." He growls. He's stopped flying at this point, and though the basilisk is still struggling she hasn't used any magic despite his claim of basilisks doing that.

*so is everyone! if anything, im more dangerous than most of the arial race! i could kill you if i wanted and eat you alive!* he said. *also, you said she has magic. but has she used any? shes struggling quite a bit, but hasnt attempted to freeze you. are you lying? and stop avoiding my first question!*

"She has a binding on her. She can't use magic because she tries to get pity from people like you." He sniffs dismissively. The magic in her palms strongly suggests she can indeed use magic.



(Binding basically just means their magic is blocked off)

*more like shes so amused by your acting of trying to be high and mighty that she isnt using it to let you humiliate herself further. also, if you look at her hands, im pretty sure that magic there isnt some sort of special effects.* suddenly, he opened his mouth, and his tongue shot out and grabbed the teacher in an iron grip, and dragged him and the basilisk to the tree before climbing after, pulling the basilisk aside to be behind him as he faced the teacher.

He death-glares at him, growling. He can hear the basilisk whimper in fear behind him.

he snarled, letting out a growl.