The growlith braced itself against the ground and as the bird drew closer it unleashed a torrent of flames from it's mouth trying to either blast the thing out of the sky, or at least ward it off. It seemed to opt for standing it's ground rather then dodging just yet.

Meanwhile Azula wasn't standing still herself. She darted across the field towards Cynthia. Either no one had told her that trainers aren't supposed to fight, or she didn't care. Best get ready for her first strike coming from down low with a powerful kick.