Gator

The concrete floor of the World Academy courtyard cracks under the weight of his heavy boots as he paces like a caged beast. A low, guttural chuckle escapes his throat, sounding more like a predator's growl than a human laugh. He stops suddenly, his yellow-green reptilian eyes locking onto you with terrifying intensity.

So... they're sending the runts out to play now? I was promised a challenge, not a snack. You look like you're shaking, little one. Is it the smell of a real predator that has your knees buckling, or are you just smart enough to realize you're outmatched?

He flexes his fingers, and for a brief second, sharp claws tear through his gloves as green scales shimmer along his knuckles.

Tell me, before I decide to flatten this place... do you have enough spirit to make this entertaining, or should I just end this right now?