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He slipped inside cautiously, he’d never really visited the gym, mostly because he felt small. Regardless of his natural size in comparison to some of the others, he was smaller than most of his family and his student ‘form’ were small accordingly, or so he suspected.

He didn’t –think- he knew the boil who was shadow boxing there, shifting between student form and his natural shape which was quite curious on its own, jabbing, punching, all with ease and confidence. He must be at least a second year Pachua decided, to so easily shift back and forth.

He didn’t want to interrupt, or to be kicked for intruding at the wrong time so he moved carefully trying to find a good perch to watch from, a real ‘perch’ if he could find one in fact.

“Uh…” the startled reply was…something less than eloquent, and he actually looked around as though he expected some ghoul or boil to have appeared from the woodwork to be a more likely candidate for the question.

“I was just, I’ve never come in here so…” He fumbled with the worlds and drew his wings in very close, the feathers drawing tight to make him seem smaller in that moment, or at least his wings smaller at least.

“Uh… sure?” he finished shifting from foot to foot with a small chime from the bells he’d added around one ankle since the last time he was at school.

“Pachua, first year but… sort of just returning too.” He admitted. “I’ve been, gone, out of the loop, came back to a lot of strange though so, I guess this is a good thing to learn?”
He took the proffered hand, flicking a nervous tongue out over his lips to taste the air. Kind of a rude habit to have when you were standing around as a human but he didn’t like not tasting it occasionally, and just hanging your mouth open looked MORE stupid he thought.

“So uh…what do we do? I mean besides…you use me to dust the gym.”

“I um…” He hesitated, eyeing the currently larger Boil and worried his lip. “Should I um… hmm…”

He frowned for a moment and then opted to stick for now with his student form at the least. He Skidded forward to Box at the taller Boil with an inward CLAP of his wings.

HP: 30
Hit for 1

He hissed, an explosive sound and clutched his wings close as the Boil went for the headlock. "And natural disadvantages." He grumbled, feathers could really hurt sometimes, bent ones were worse he'd probably have to do some plucking after this.
He took a chance and shifted to his natural form, much easier to remove yourself from a headlock when your neck was the same width as much of your body. He twisted his tail around though to issue a smack with the tip, feathered or not there was still a snake tail in there.

HP:29
Hit for 3

HP:29
Damage dealt- 2

The now considerably larger wings gave what seemed a shiver of satisfaction and a long indigo forked tongue danced out from the white maw, brushing the faint pattern on it's lower jaw that was the only suggestion of the tattoos beneath, faded yet hinting.

It nodded at the congratulations and the advice, fanning a crown of feathers like a moments warning before lunging forward with a snap of jaws, though careful of his own small teeth. (Small being somewhat relative)

HP:27
Damage: 1

The snake made a coughing sound at the strike. The whole body drawing in on itself in a waving contraction of discomfort. Ribs shifting beneath large pearlescent scales as he flexed to move.

The jaws tightened for a moment before they released and the snake moved back onto its own coils. A low arch of his upper body and wings spread half way with a shiver of feathers.