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Whispering winds stares at the firebird, unwavering, black staff held in their hand, unmoving, and non-compliant, the feathered dryad questions his appearance in such flammable land with a short, cold, hiss, "What is your purpose, man of flame and spark, why do you trespass?" Question growling, ready to jump, and let out a vulgar arrow from the grassy bow.
The dryad perched in a mangrove tree, large wings, trail around himself, in front of him, burning the grass in his step and stomp, cocky spirit calling out a large, and hard answer, " I wanna' fight windy, don't be a wimp! " He yells, eternal fire engulfing his name and his whole self, the Phoenix like creature could easily burn down this entire forest, every blade of grass, every flower, bird, and bee, every fox, wolf, and feline.
This fight mustn't go down here, everything will combust, and flame, after a long moment, a reply much like a friend, an old and somber friend "you mustn't engulf the forest, in your infinite fires, we must fight elsewhere, mark my words, fire spirit, if you burn down what I see to protect, you will regret it." Cold voice answered.
Falling down near majestic from the dear mangrove tree, old and strong, living for years more than it came for, unconscious and unmoving, grace of forest leaf and petal, blowing forth of him, wings covering him from unbearable heat, feathers resist the annoying catastrophe, that stood idle and impatient. This fight was wavered, because it is clear that wind only implores flames to spark further, the elements will grow in each other, even when they fight against each other.