"Oh, there's more vigor in you than I thought!" This time Sylvia dodged the much, then just barely managed to duck underneath the second fist that would inevitably come for her. The girl clicked her tongue in slight annoyance. This girl was really strong. The dragon loved the spirit, but it was just too much if she was ever going to tame this woman. She would have to pull a bit more strength out.<br/><br/>After leaping back a good few feet, Sylvia sprouted a pair of large, leathery wings from her shoulder blades. At the same time a dark, scaly substance started to grow from her hands in the shape of large black claws. "I'm the dragon of this den, as I have been for as long as I can remember. If you keep thinking about my size you're only going to die like a dog. Just shut up and fight me, I want to see what you can do!" With those words Sylvia launched herself forward, wings propelling her faster than before and claws extended towards Jasper's stomach.<br/><br/>Once within range Sylvia tried to hit Jasper in the gut with her palm. The force would hopefully be enough to knock the wind out of her opponent and create a better opening. Already her eyes were surveying Jasper's body and the countless scars. Already Sylvia was forming plans to replace each and every one of them with a scar of her own. But now wasn't the time to get carried away, and she knew better than anyone how bad things could get if you started underestimating people.<br/><br/>"You should feel honored! Dragons are very particular about the pets they keep you know," she said while still dodging and swiping her claws towards Jasper's side. "And you don't look half bad on a leash! In fact I would say it suits you quite nicely."