[Location: Central Park, New York]
The curtain keeping the battle away from the real world burst as Artemis released the spell or whatever divine thingy was that.
"COWARD! STUPID OLD MUTT! I WILL TEAR YOU APART—"
"Zera~ calm down and come here," I said as I motioned for her to approach, my voice steady, almost casual, though the air around us still crackled with lingering hostility from her outburst.
Zeraphira froze for a second, her scarlet eyes burning with murderous intent, but then her gaze shifted toward me. The violent storm swirling around her form—her aura, that raw bloodlust—shivered, then bent, like a raging tide retreating before the moon's pull. Her lips parted, still trembling with the desire to scream obscenities at Artemis, but when I beckoned her, her entire frame quivered like a hound forced to heel.
"B-But…" she began, her fangs bared, voice breaking, "he insulted you, my love. He dared to insult you! How can I possibly—"
