Flares of passion

“Her weakness, that’s what” The armored mage dodged another of Natan’s fists and retaliated with a series of magic blasts, Natan was still weak from his previous fights and took the full brunt of the attack head on.

“Pinkie!” Acting fast, Flare stopped her teammate before he could attack Natan again.

“Flare! What is the meaning of this!” as the man struggled to get free, Natan recovered and punched him in the head, leaving his fist printed on the metal of his helmet. The armored mage felt his world spinning as Natan lifted him by the collar.

“If you ever hurt her again, I will break every last bone in your body. Is that clear?”

The armored mage managed to nod before passing out, satisfied by his answer Natan let go of him and approached Flare, the scarlet hair woman was in shock for what she did.

“What have I done? Master Ivan will never forgive me.”

Flare dropped to her knees and sobbed; Raven Tail was the only home she had known for most of her life, even if she was mistreated it was still home for her. Flare looked up as Natan rested a hand on her shoulder: “Let’s go”