A sline much like its racial counterpart, the slime,d holds the capacity to produce mucus, the ability employed as a healing supplement saving many lives and strengthening the military in times of turmoil. Although not from a noble family, Derik’s bloodline supported Aisenhower’s efforts in the 200-year war and continued to aid the King however seemed fit. 

Derik’s strength played a role in his acceptance of Zenith. In his past, he ran amok with a band of delinquents terrorizing the students of his previous school. His skin is that of a spring leaf and his radiant eyes glisten gold. He whips his arm away transforming the limb into a blade, a signature talent for him. He tugs on his collar before unbuttoning his shirt, revealing his chest. Despite his unconventional appearance, there is a sense of confidence and swagger in his movements, exuding an air of danger and unpredictability.

His hair is as slick as slime, and upon running his finger through it, it snaps back into place like rubber dancing on his head before composing itself. His height calls for him to lean over when addressing Kara. “His posture is terrible,” she thinks. Besides the ability to produce mucus Derik’s people share another gripping characteristic, their bodies may shift from a more condensed form to a semi–liquidated one with nothing more than a thought. It's quite useful for reaching between tight spaces. 

“So babes,  you’re the princess huh, don't seem like anything too special.” He circles her for a moment, before shoving her forward. 

“Ugh, don't touch me you big ball of snot, I don’t wanna have to splatter your face all over my uniform.”

“Ooh, feisty, well listen here, princess,” He spat, “I know how you royal types get, living in your little bubble up there in the castle, never having anyone to discipline you. So please don't make me hurt ya, ‘lil girl’.”

“Hurt me!?” Kara’s body glows a searing red, hot to the touch. Her eyes glow white as they twitch, and the room snaps with heat. “I’d love to see you try!” She shouts with three explosions, all one after the other.

With the First explosion came her flame which rose generously as if to please those watching. It began dancing with the shadows of people, hissing and crackling a melody of glee and joy. It crawls upon her skin casting a beautiful light. 

The second explosion was quick and ended just as it came. A white flash. Unexpected but understood with such firepower. It was as if the fire took a picture of the room, marveling at its wonderful heat. 

The Third explosion was the kick-off. Kara’s body up until this point was consumed by the flame and in an instant she was gone. Much to Derik’s surprise, she reappeared in the sky like a beast on the prowl. Her smile was wicked, mirroring her lust for battle, a typical trait amongst Brandugalds.  

Derik’s growing hands extend forward attempting to grab her but, she throws her body around with a short burst of fire, and as blaze swirls along Kara’s fingertips she hurls a ball of wrath toward him propelling him back. She lands on the ball of her feet before exploding forward once again. She danced around Derik before blitzing him. Her hand crackles with intensity as she commands the mana around her. “Magic of Flame: Ever-glare Eruption” A helix of flame bursts from her hand and shakes the room with a blinding light. The students who were a little too close felt the force of the attack and were sent reeling into others. Derik who was at the forefront of the explosion held his back against the wall with a shield of mucus separating the two. The attack was quite impressive and if not for Derik’s quick thinking he would have surely been through. However, this was only the surface of his abilities as he utilized his mucus to propel himself from the wall, his body convulsed and grew with instability before jolting the mass into his hands forming two large hammers. 

He raises his arms overhead and cries, “Don’t underestimate me!” He has the voice of a child, a cry whittled with insecurity. His attack shows no regard for those around him provoking those in range to panic as distress plays along their thoughts. Kara, however, refuses to yield. Whether it had been for ignorance or bravery she saw this moment as a battle of strength and refused to be bested by walking snot. She planted her feet and welcomed the embrace of the attack stopping it in its tracks. Her strength matched that of his own, but between us, Kara’s strength was more prominent, several times grander, and Derik knew this to be true. In a moment of cleverness, he liquified the two hammers choosing to consume Kara, his hands continued to writhe as she squirmed helplessly pulling away.

“Ew, ew, ew, ew, I'm gonna be sick!” She cries as the slime creeps over her. Her palms crackle once again with a burning intensity before unleashing a devastating roar of flame. Kara stumbles as she recovers. She looks up to notice Derik rushing her, this time creating a large mace. His constant formulation of weapons annoys her as she believes he lacks discipline and structure. Such a thing is seen as detrimental to a kingdom furthering her need to win this fight. Kara guards herself but Derik effortlessly breaks through her defenses slamming her into the wall, the mace breaks off from his body consuming her entirely.

“What's the matter sweetheart, getting tired?” He asks confidently walking around the slimy confines.

“Tired? You aren’t even worthy enough to make me sweat!” Kara declares, though noticeably struggling. The flame within her took shape, threatening to devour those who came into contact. This flame grows rapidly as she releases an explosion of power destroying her momentary confinement. She explodes from the wall soaring into the air and lands abruptly slipping to one knee before another bountiful hop creates space between them.

Kara takes a deep breath consuming the mana around her, these microscopic blue obs create clusters now visible to the naked eye. One by one in rapid succession the blue orbs flicker and spark altering themselves becoming a bright flame. Kara’s will and magical energy altered the once-free and bare mana in the area. She conjures a spear of fire inscribed with the words, “Hino kō ki” meaning material of flame. She raises it to her face gazing at Derik. She takes a step forward, a step with the weight of those who came before and after her, and hurls the weapon at light speeds. In response, Derik attempts to block the incoming attack by extending a hand forward but, the spear pierces the air cracking through him. The collision causes a sharp change of pressure bulldozing both away from the blast. 

Derik regains his footing and realizes that Kara's attack has left him with burns along his body. He falls heavy, and his lungs heave as much air as they can but his body is now separate from his mind, his now rampant temper boils over as he charges toward Kara, shifting and morphing into various shapes and forms as he moves. Kara, meanwhile, readies herself for the incoming attack, her flame powers blazing brightly in her hands. 

At the bout’s climax, a scaled fist struck Derik's jaw. The punch caused some slime from his face to leave its equilibrium as a clap echoed throughout the area. His body came crashing into the ground forming a cloud of dust. A young boy, responsible for the blow appeared amused by his strength, flexing his arms, and wagging his tail as he laughed uncontrollably.

"Hey, hey, hey! Is that all you've got? I thought you were stronger than that!" The boy is a Dragonborn, this was made abundantly clear by his scaled fist and 12lbs tail.  Along with his twisted horns nestled under his slick black hair and a natural tan, he unconventionally wore the traditional Zenith school uniform jacket wrapped around his waist with his remaining clothes wrinkled.

Kara tilts her head observing the Dragonborn, she can't help but feel a mix of confusion and anger. She begins cautiously stepping forward, keeping a watchful eye on him but her patience is quickly tested as his proud laughter beats from his lungs like drums. Her anger simmers gradually reaching its boiling point. "Who the hell are you?" she demands.

“Who am I?” The question is asked with a guttural response. “I’m Azurae Flourenzire! Are you strong?” His wings shoot from his back unfurling it’s entire degree. 

Kara, overwhelmed with vexation, raised a hand summoning once again, her spear of flame. 

Kara slams her spear with a torrent of blaze.

Azurae submits his fists as a gauntlet of dragon scales comprise over them.

 The first explosion is set off as Kara raises the spear to her face. Then the second, then the third.  Both parties flashed toward each other, their eyes roasting in anticipation not wanting to miss what the other could do. Their sight glazed over as their mentalities were devoured by their own, perceived renown. Waiting for another chapter of Ishakura? Read these stories they're amazing! Links will all be in the description.