“Shh, Keep walking,” Asran commanded. He moved her carefully Zotova looked at Asran with a raised brow. Then looked to the woman beside him which piqued her interest. But, she stayed away from them instead opting to walk away. Once she was far far away Asran sighed a breath of relief. Then drew back his black magic absorbing it back into his body. “Good thing I ate earlier. Or things could’ve gotten ugly,” he said. Then rubbed Ayrie’s shoulder comfortingly then pulled back. “It’s okay now,” he said. “She’s gone.”

“[color=f7976a]Are you quite sure about that?[/color]” Asran turned, and blocked an attack coming Ayrie’s way. A sword with a gun like hilt dug into Asran’s arms that were crossed in a defensive stance. His whole body trembling from the strain. “Oh, COME ON! Will you please not attack in the middle of my streets. There are people around,” he said. Zotova grinned her glowing red eyes upon black sclera looking at Asran. “[color=f7976a]What people?[/color]” Making Asran look around. Ayrie, and Asran were completely alone. To top it off everything was a red hue. “Ah, a dimensional barrier?” “[color=f7976a]Yup, you’re welcome comrade. Now move aside![/color]” Asran then got launched across the street into a building. Debri tumbling around him. 

Zotova looked to Ayrie, and let her large sword rest against her shoulders. A mad glint in her eyes with a wide evil smirk on her face. “[color=f7976a]I am going to have fun so much fun.[/color]”