Private Finished Desperate Measures

Tril was devious and a natural born hunter. But also those same traits made them not the most difficult to lure into a trap. It was essentially how they ended up on Manta Carlos in the first place, after all.

They had overheard a couple students secretly whispering about going to make out in an abandoned classroom later. A perfect opportunity to surprise them and cause some mischief. Of course that meant getting there early and lying in wait so Tril shifted into the form of one of the janitorial staff and casually walked into the room as if they belonged. Ready to find a good hiding place.

But something was wrong. Very wrong. The room smelled like.... SALT!

A trap!

They hissed and dashed for the door in a mad panic. But they could only move so fast.

Tril didn't even make it to the door. Couldn't, in fact, even touch the handle as their hand brushed against the unseen magical barrier created by an unbroken ring of salt. They hissed again and shifted to the form of a young girl with long black hair with big puppydog eyes and a cute black dress as they turned towards the voice.

But as soon as they recognized Sazz they shifted into a much larger male form, with leather armor, black scales for skin and sharp claws. Their large empty black orbs for eyes glared at him with unbridled fury. "You are dumb. I have to talk now but you are in here with me," their whispery voice was filled with spite and hatred.

"What do you want to chat about?" They asked before charging towards him with their claws out.

Tril's lunge failed to achieve much more than minor scratching at Sazz's now toughened hide and it put them in position to be slammed with Sazz's backhand and knocked back. They tumbled backwards and then rolled back to their feet. "I didn't want to talk to you."

They crouched forward in a ready stance, though they didn't immediately charge again. Instead they carefully considered their options. Less of a hesitation and more of a moment to plot. "You think you're better? Fine, I don't care at all. I attacked because you're forcing me to be here. You're just mad because you think everyone should think you're amazing and I don't."

Then they dropped the 'imposing' form they'd taken in favor of that of a young girl once more. Pale green scales, long black hair, a pretty little black lace dress and no shoes on. Then they snickered like something straight out of a horror movie as they looked Sazz right in the eye slits with the feigned innocence of sad blue eyes. They retracted their claws and clasped their hands behind their back. "Big bad Sazz. Going to crush a little girl. I don't have anything to lose, Sazz. So show off all you want. Rub it in my face. Crush me like a little tiny beetle. It's what you always do anyways."

They didn't smile after that though. They simply allowed their childlike face to frown at they kept eye contact. And then began to walk towards him slowly.

They kept the childish appearance and continued to slowly step towards Sazz. Arms remaining behind their back.

"I dont have to explain myself. The only thing I have to do is have a chat and then the salt wont hold me. If you were so superior you would have given a better command." They didnt snicker though. It wasnt even really a taunt. It was just a quiet observation as they stopped and deliberately sat down on a desk near him. Now drawing their clawed hands forward to fiddle with them as if weighing whether to use them or not.

"But I liked seeing that you can actually react. You cant just go around ruining everything I try to do and pretending it doesnt matter," they hissed angrily. Crossing their arms in front of them.

"I did treat you like I would treat any friendly Fog Demon at first. All you did was step on me and show off. So you can have all the social places and the friends and pretend you are better than me. But you care why I dont like you? Why? Or is this just another way you want to try to prove you're better? Because it's the only thing you do. And I'll never see you as my better."

And then they rolled back off the desk to chuck a chair at Sazz.

Tril was entirely unsurprised, having mostly thrown the chair just to throw it. An actual fight with Sazz was unwinnable. But it felt good to throw things so they did.

Tril finally took their 'normal' form entirely, climbing back up to stand on the desk looking down at Sazz. "No. That's just pity. I wont let you drag me around showing off that the big great Sazz is helping little Tril."

They hopped down and looked Sazz right in the eyes. "Why should I take your help?"