Martin did a facepalm. "Okay I love you guys... but that was an EPIC FAIL." He hollered loud enough for both Maya and Durly to hear. "Maya if you can't keep your dragon under control LEAVE. Durly... good job." Martin grinned slightly, then shook his head. "But I am still VERY disappointed. Please do not fire back." He put on an angry face... though his eyes were so amused it didn't work. "Please try again... and use safe methods. If you don't you get to spend the next class sitting with ME... alone... with Me." Martin let that sink in a moment. "Continue!" He finally said, hoping that Durly and Maya behaved...

Durly dismounted Zayddret and walked over to maya and her dragon, he climbed up her dragons leg and pushed her out of the saddle, she landed on the ground, "there done"

Martin sighed. That wasn't even playing fair. "Maya, you did a good job you are done. Teachers, take it from here. Durly... come with me. I want to go on a walk." Martin said quietly. He was disappointed in Durly, that's fir sure. Martin walked to a big field with a couple trees in it. He leaned up against one with his arms crossed. "Why would you disobey the rules... twice?" Martin asked with a slightly dangerous tint to his voice. His icy blue eyes were not glittering now... they were steel hard.

Durly scoffed, "you didn't give me clear orders!" He argued, "you can't expect me to get to this weird school and all suddenly know how to fight with a dragon!"

Martin tipped his head. "I did give you two very important rules... and you broke them both. I said no trying to injure the other rider, Maya got a giant fireball to the face. Though I do have to admit it could be called self defense. That's why I let that one go. I also said you have to stay on your dragon at all times. There is a rule established before you even came here that was in your list of rules, if you rread them. IT says no toucing dragons that aren't yours. I do understand you not feeling ready to fight with a dragon yet... but that means you shouldn't have allowed Zayddret to fire a fireball. If you want to go lear how to fight with a dragon you start from the very basics... no fireballs. Also, I was testing you two to see how well you'd follow orders, and to see what you DID know about dragon fighting. You proved to me will will NOT follow orders and you don't know much. Please go back to your class, and listen to your teachers." Martin told Durly. This was definetely his least favorite part of the job. He sighed and unfolded his arms, walking in the direction of the strategy courses.

Durly scoffed and stomped away, he hated teachers, Durly wasn't in the mood for more class, so he called Morro to his side and left the arena, stomping away to his dorm, he left Zayddret in the arena, he could feel the dragons soft eyes on him, "Durlan-" he started, Durly held up his hand, "I am not in the mood"

Martin watched Durly stomp away. "And this is why I never signed up to be a teacher." He said gruffly, walking over to Strategy Class. He watched Tyler swoop around in the clouds, going up and down mountains, the whole thing. Fury and Tyler really made a good team...

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Tyler mounted Fury. "You ready to show 'em how it's done?" He asked the Wyvern with a grin. Fury looked up at him. Do chickens lay eggs? She asked with an amused growl, launching herself up into the sky. Tyler did what the teachers instructed, swooping, diving, twisting, turning, and honing his flying skills.

Durly walked up to his dorm, he walked into his room, and sat on the bed, Morro followed and jumped up into his lap, Morro cuddled, in and allowed Durly to run his fingers through the dogs fur, "I am glad I have you Morro" Durly said

(is everyone in their first class right now?)

(Yes)