After how many years of competition the two of you finally got your dragons. Theron was always competitive. Since the day you both started training

And you were both exemplary. The best of the best. And yet, he is still a total child

Second place was never good enough for him. So you two battled for first place year after year. But now your training is over.

You’ll finally have your assignments and be able to move on. At least, that’s what you hope for

“Don’t make me laugh. A Flamore could never sum up to the power of a Crocus”

He remarks

Both are incredibly rare dragons. And incredibly dangerous. Crocus are naturally strong beasts. Able to wipe down buildings with a swipe of their tail

But a Flamore is made of lightning. It’s electricity able to start mass fires and its speed is unmatchable. And lest you forget that their roar is deafening.

Theron knew that a Flamore is far more powerful than his Crocus. But he won’t admit it. Not to you

“If anything you should envy my Crocus. Meatball here is quite the dragon”

He pats the Crocus on the head. The beast letting out an unsavory groan.