Target Practice | INVITE

    "sssSSSSKKkKRrEEEEEEEEEEAaA!!" A piercing cry echoed through the Western Verge, followed by an explosion of red ki. The badlands' arid air wavered. Rocks crumbled around the newfound melted hole in a towering mesa's side. The once pristine red rock turned to boiling ooze around the rims of the circular impact. Smoke still buckled from the blast's source- a tiny insect with blazing red eyes.

    Chromo grumbled. He folded his arms with a pout and slumped against the rocks. After heading off on his own to hunt and better fill his swarm's stomachs, he'd stopped at the agreed meeting spot for his training with Kohlra... And she was late! Granted, he showed up a good thirty minutes early and this was actually just about the scheduled time, but Chromo had no idea how clocks worked. Regardless, this was a very, very important meeting and test of their abilities! He still had a hard time seeing how Kohlra thought she could take him in a spar, though... But it wasn't like it could be any more boring than the sorry excuse for target practice that the lifeless rocks around made.

    They had to get stronger. They had to get ready- and fast. Chromo reached beneath his wing, pulling out a broken, disc-like device. A Dragon Radar, though it was thoroughly trashed from his rough landing back on Earth... He sighed and slipped the device back into hiding. Neither he or his brother's killer could run forever. Chromo gripped the jacket around his neck tightly- he would make sure of that.

  Chromo grumbled and turned his sights back to the skies. Surely Kohlra would be here annnnyyyy second now...