Flares of passion

Flare was brought out of her memories by a familiar pink head. Natan found her easily thanks to his enhanced senses, namely his nose.

“Pinkie!” Flare wiped the few tears that manage to escape and glared at the slayer. Was not rejecting her enough? Now he had the nerve to follow her around!

“Why?” Natan asked, confusing Flare “Why do you allow them to hurt you?”

“Why do you care? It’s not like you care for me! You said it yourself!”

“It’s not about that! What those bastards are doing to you is wrong!”

“Oh! I see, you’re the protector of the weak now, aren’t you?” Flare countered “Are you going to beat Master Ivan like you did to that other one?”

Flare’s hair untangled itself from her braided locks and waved menacingly around her: “I’m not a weak girl that needs your pity! I don’t need it, I don’t need you!”

“Then kill him!”

Flare and Natan looked up to find the armored man looking down at them “Do it and recover your honor, Flare.”

“You!” Natan couldn’t control himself any longer and lunged up to attack, but the armored mage easily dodged him “What gives you the right to hit her?”