[center][h3]Atalanta[/h3][/center]Atalanta stared at Medea, listening to her answers while still pinning the Witch down with her thighs. She decided to let the derogatory comment about her intelligence go unanswered. After all, Atalanta knew that bickering with Medea wouldn't bring her anywhere. Even so, the leonine huntress shot an unamused glare towards the purple-haired Caster squirming under her. A slight increase in the hold's pressure before Atalanta let Medea probably would be enough to help the Witch realize who was the huntress and who was the prey in their current situation.

"Crete, you say?" Atalanta said in a pensive voice right about the time Keisuke walked in. "I agree that splinting our group is the best way for us to find the prey we seek faster. Now that this is decided," she said while finally dismounting from Medea. "You can lead the way. If you feel like it, you can take my energy to heal that wound, I still owe you, after all."
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