Sabinashta

“Hey, hold on a second,” he started. It was the Sandsurge. “Lemme apologise-”
“You already did!” The annoyed drake grabbed onto his arm, but when he tried to remove it, nothing budged.
“Eh, not really. I didn’t even say sorry.” He acted unfazed.
Through grunts, The Wildclaw responded, “Doesn’t matter! Just leave me alone!”
“Nope! Let me apologise first, and then I will.”
A third voice piped in, sounding like the Imperial’s. “Static just let him go. You can tell he doesn’t like this.”
The Sandsurge responded, “I don’t care, I’ll say sorry first.”
“Say sorry after you let him go.”
“I think you should know by now that I’m not going to listen to you.”
The Imperial sighed, walking arund to the front of the two, limping very slightly. “My apologies on his behalf. Static can be very stubborn.”
“Damn right.” Static smiled as he rose a thumbs up. The Imperial rolled his eyes.
“You are so much to deal with, you know that?”
“You didnt have to follow me in.”
“I fell in. That wasn’t my choice.”
“How the hell did you ‘fall in’?”
“I won’t talk about it.”
“Why? Embarrassing?” He smirked.
The Wildclaw, getting even further annoyed, decided to bite Static’s arm in hopes he’d release. The Sandsurge did, in fact, let him go, cradling his wounded arm like he held a child.
He cursed, “Sand’s breath! Why the hell-”
The other barked back, “I said to LET ME GO! What part of let me go DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND?!”
Static, oddly grinning, lunged, taking both the Imperial and Wildclaw off guard. With a loud thump, he landed heavily on the smaller drake, sand spraying everywhere.
“OOf-”
“That sounded like a challenge!” Barely struggling, he managed to hold him down. “You want me to let go so badly? Make me!”


The Imperial rushed over to their side, exclaiming, “S-Static, stop! This isn’t necess-”
“This is totally necessary if he wants to fight so badly!”
“He never said-”
Suddenly, the Wildclaw went to bite another arm of Static’s. Static, thinking he would, rearranged his claw to grasp the Wildclaw’s maw, trying to keep it closed.
The Sandsurge chuckled. “No words are needed in a fight, Shoi!”
The Imperial softly gasped. He knew he was serious; Static just refered to him as his real name. Why though?
The twosome tussling started shuffling around everywhere, kicking up sand and dirt before rolling closer to the waters. The Wildclaw scratched and flailed, secretly moving them both towards the blue. If he just got him a little closer. . .
He felt Static laugh on him. “Meeting people is so fun! I didn’t know it could be get to something like this! This is way better than meeting Shoi!”
Shoi rolled his eyes before reverting back to his worried expression. To him, Static seemed so happy and energetic, but maybe too much. What if he hurt him without knowing?
As if to answer his thoughts, the Wildclaw, with strain, managed to topple the Sandsurge off of him into the water. Before Static could get back up, or really move, a fist slammed next to his head, and with it, a wave of ice instantly covering him like a blanket. The Wildclaw fiercely stood, breathing heavily. Not a single drip of blood had fallen from him, to Shoi’s surprise.
“Don’t MESS with me!” The smaller drake bellowed. “Kral is never laughed at. NEVER! Don’t take me as a FOOL, take me as your OPPONENT!” His frustrated eyes glared at the Sandsurge under the ice, who was frozen with a big grin on his face. They switched from him to Shoi in a second.
The Imperial felt nervous. “Uh. . .”
The Wildclaw started growling, stepping towards Shoi. Ice grew under his footsteps, becoming hard and sharp. “Were you thinking of laughing at me too, Imperial?”
Shoi began to walk backwards. “N-no no! I have nothing to laugh about!”
“You sure? You’re sure you’re not like your idiot over there?”
“Rest assured, I’m not like Static.” He roled his eyes again. “Definitely not like Static.”


The Wildclaw’s glare became harder, making Shoi even more worried; He looked as if he were to pounce at any moment.
Just moments before he actually were to, a loud crack sounded behind them, originating from the water. More cracks were heard as they turned around, the distant, but familiar, laughter erupted from the breaking chunks of ice on the shore. Shoi quietly gasped; the Wildclaw darted back.
Static, after the last crystals fell or melted off of him, sat up, chuckling to himself. He turned his head towards where he thought the other two were, greeted by the image of the Wildclaw speeding at him again. Smirking, he stood up, sparks starting to fly off his body; the smaller drake slowed, glaring and pausing at the water’s edge.
“. . .Aren’t you gonna try and attack me again?” Static asked, humored.
The other drake snuffed. “Don’t test me, Sandsurge.”
Static rose non-existant eyebrows, then leaned to the side to see Shoi and yelled back, “Even he knows what I am?!”
Shoi yelled back, while the third looked confused, “Probably so!”
Static leaned back, crossing his arms. “Yeah of course he would. Look, Kral was it? Honestly, I gotta thank you.” He rose a claw up.
Kral flinched, ready to counterattack; he was stumped to see Static’s hand out. Still not taking it, he asked, “. . .what for?”
“For givin’ me a thrill! What else for? I like you; you’re a lot better than Shoi is.”
The Wildclaw still stood there, confused and looking him up and down suspiciously. “. . .Shoi?”
“That guy over there.” He pointed with the same claw towards the Imperial, who remained far away. Static deadpanned. “Shoi, get the hell over here. Stop acting so scared.”