Grandmaster
Dracomancer Elite
Talon sat on the front lawn of the fancy mansion the guild was staying at. He had his own little picnic set up and was idly eating chips and drinking a 6 pack of root beer (Ferra had ordered him to stay away from achohol till at least after the opening ceremonies). He tossed a chip up into the air and shot a small blast of fire at it, effectively turning it to ash and leaving the smell of burnt seasoning in the air. He sighed and fell back onto the grass. He stared at the sky overhead thinking over the upcoming games and wondering if he was on the team or not. He poably wasnt, as he was new and hadn't really had a chance to prove himself in battle to the guild. A flash of red in the corner of his eye, startling him out of his thoughts, and he sat up quickly, but the thing, whatever it was, was already gone. He searched the sky where it had been for a few moments before shrugging and lying back down.
A man with a cape and fedora threw a card at one of the TVs that were all over the place, smashing it and causing sparks to fly into the air. "Stupid announcer... no one gives a shit about your silly games..." The man muttered to himself as he stalked down a street with his hat pulled over his eyes.
@anyone who wants to interact with Talon
Lily Whiteflower
"Don't you know smoking is bad for your health?" Lily spoke up as she sat next to him. Her blade was plunged into the lawn, making it stand upright. It generate a gentle calming breeze that ruffled the grass a little bit and provided a bit of cooling. It was also banishing the scent of burnt chip and its ashes. "The sky is nice isn't it?" She commented as she looked up. "It's a nice day today, perfect for the upcoming games..." A lone butterfly phantom rested on the sword. "Looking forward to it?"