Is it night? o3o))
"Have a nce sleep." He muttered, giving a glance to the broken wall he had laid on before flying up to one of the towers and settled down carefully on the roof, sea green eyes watching the Academy silently.
Altos merely stared for a moment, blinking his eyes innocently. "But, there was food." He muttered, stretching his wings and taking flight. Ezihol sighed and turned to walk back to the swamp, thinking that the drake had left, but froze when a sharp pain erupted in her back. She turned around, narrowing her eyes at the Fire-Ice hybrid, who smirked back at her. With a snort of amusement, she too lifted into the air, firing strange lines that flew from her mouth, all dripping with poisonous acid. Altos hissed when one hit his flank, but he circled around and returned it with his own stream of scorching fire.