Flares of passion
“…Aye.” A tearful Lucy gave Natan a small smile after hearing his words. Across from the, Flare watched the two fairies with interest.
“Blondie…”
Natan glared at the voluptuous woman that hurt Lucy, the slayer was not about to forget this anytime soon.
Even when she didn’t look like it, Flare was angry; scratch that, boiling with rage due to Natan’s intervention. She had broken the bodies of lesser men for having the audacity to look at her with lust, burned them when some had even had the nerve to touch her by ‘accident’, but this: That obnoxious pink head had dared to tear her hair! HER BELOVED HAIR! UNFORGIVABLE!
Matching Natan’s glare with one of her crazed expressions she muttered “Pinkie…”
The blond mage completely forgotten, her only goal was to torture the pink head.
After the next fight, a dispassionate Natan walked back to the Inn alongside Happy.
“Damn, I didn’t get to fight anyone today.” Natan sighed.
“That’s to be expected Natan, only one member of the team can fight each day” Happy replied “And since Lucy was chosen…” Recalling how Lucy was humiliated, the blue exceed stopped talking and looked down. Natan growled and punched a nearby wall, shattering it to pieces.