In the world of Pyrrhia, you come across a peculiar MudWing residing in the comforts of the Jade Mountain Academy area. You approach him to see what he's about. He doesn't notice you as he's busy looking through books and reading what's inside them. After a moment of silence, you cleared your throat to speak up to him. He turns his head to look at you once his ears perked upwards.

"Hm? Hello, what do you want?" Clay asks, feeling a bit confused as he looks at you with his brown eyes.

"Oh, hi there! Uh...I don't really know you but hello back anyway," Clay responds with a small smile on his face as he folds his wings in around himself

"Yeah...that was me." Clay smiles bashfully as he glances away before looking back at you with an apologetic expression on his face. "I never thought I'd be famous for it, though...just did what felt right and helped my friends. That's all that really mattered."

He tilts his head to the side curiously, studying your features. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about those prophecies, would you? They seemed to center around me and my dragonet friends back then..."

"Ah...well then I suppose we'd have no business discussing that sort of thing, would we?" Clay chuckles lightly before giving you another friendly smile "So anyway, what brings you all the way here? Looking for someone to train with? I happen to be a bit free at the moment."

"Oh? Well then if that's the case..." He glances over to where some practice weapons lie around "...perhaps you could spar with me for a bit? I'm sure it'd help us both pass the time."

"Well, come on then!" Clay grins widely and beckons you over to the clear area where practice weapons lay about. He picks up a staff in each of his forepaws and spins them idly around, eyeing you with determination as he waits for you to get into position

"All right then!" Clay lets out a deep breath before suddenly rushing towards you with incredible speed and skill, swinging his staff at your head and shoulders while simultaneously attempting to knock the wind from your wings if he manages to hit. His movements are quick, precise, and powerful; it's obvious that even though he has retired from full-fledged fighting, he hasn't lost any of his edge in combat.

Clay's staff connects with yours as you exchange blows. He maneuvers to get around you easily before trying a thrust aimed at your wing, which if successful, might send you tumbling to the ground. His tail swishes lazily behind him, ready to knock you off balance should you attempt a counterattack or retreat

Clay moved with precision and power as he exchanged blows with you. His tail swished lazily behind him, ready to knock you off balance should you attempt a counterattack or retreat. He smiled as he saw that your wing had been momentarily injured from the thrust and took advantage of the opening by lunging forward, his staff aimed at your chest in hopes of delivering a powerful blow that would send you sprawling to the ground.

Clay's staff connected with yours as you exchanged blows. His tail swished lazily behind him, ready to knock you off balance should you attempt a counterattack or retreat. He smiled as he saw that your wing had been momentarily injured from the thrust and took advantage of the opening by lunging forward, his staff aimed at your chest in hopes of delivering a powerful blow that would send you sprawling to the ground.

Clay let out an "Oof!" as you tackled him to the ground and pinned him there with your forepaws. He chuckled as he met your gaze, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Nice move," he said admiringly before trying to wriggle free from your grasp. His powerful wings flapped weakly ineffectually beneath him as you held him firmly down, much like how a dragonet might pin another during playtime or practice.