"A long journey near its end," Wynde muttered under his breath. The sun was high in the sky as he approaced the acadamy. I do hope the messanger got here before me. As he approached the gate, it was suddenly thrown open and a single rider upon a dark steed emerged. Leaping to the side, Wynde narrowly missed being trampled. "What was that for?" he mused.

Matari narrowed his eyes as he approached the gates of the Academy, and also saw the horse and rider tear out, but instead of darting to the side he simply leapt into the air, looking down at the rider with an arrogant annoyance. He dropped to the ground when the horse passed, his wings folding, and snarled at the retreating rider.

His hand rested naturally on the hilt of his katana, and he turned on his heel, red eyes narrowed, and, noticing the other male on the road, snarled again, shoving Wynde to the side as he stormed through the gate.

"Hey!" Wynde cried out as he fell, "Who are you to push travelers off the road?" Wynde was enraged that a man could do something with such lack of care for anyone else. "Answer Me, Fiend!"

Matari turned to look at Wynde in undisguised disgust, his red eyes narrowing. "Terribly sorry, but you were in my way." He smirked, one hand resting on the hilt of his katana. "Care to make something of it?"

Wynde looked at him and growled in his throat. "I do not have time for idle troublemakers, such as yourself. If you still do not have significant meaning in your life after a few weeks of training, I will be waiting for you. Remember, though, brute strength is not everything, Fiend." With that, Wynde passed the other man and entered the gates. He made sure that Fiend, as he would call him, knew that he was not afraid to turn his back on an enemy.

Matari smirked. This one thought he was tough? He let out a low laugh, then followed the figure through the gates, his mind already churning out a plot to cause this insolent little whelp pain.