Flares of passion

Natan was dead tired when he reached the Inn; after facing the master of Sabertooth he had to face Sting next in the tournament. He did fairly well against the other slayer, but in the end lost after reaching his limit. Feeling down, he brushed aside the comfort his nakamas offered him and headed straight to his room. If Natan had been more alert, he would have smelled her scent inside his room.

“Hello…Pinkie”

Natan did a double take when he found Flare sitting on his bed; the slayer noted that the curvy woman was not wearing her usual dress. Instead she opted for a black robe that covered her entire body below the neck

“You! What are you doing here?”

“I came to see you. That’s all.” Standing up she approached Natan only to stop when the slayer was shaking in anger.

“I told you: don’t come near me or my nakamas!” Looking up he met her gaze, making Flare’s confidence falter before she steeled herself.

“Relax, I’m not here for your nakamas. But you…I can’t say the same.”

Natan mulled over her words before reaching a conclusion: “huh? I get it! You wanna fight?”