"I wonder what her body looks like without all those fabrics?"
A powerful gust of wind blew past Aries, but she maintained her stern countenance. As the wind subsided, the sound of heavy thuds of bodies falling onto the ground resonated one after another. But the thinning crowd didn't faze Aries, nor did it surprise Maximus and Abel.
"Ah!" the host stumbled back until he fell on his buttocks, staring at those giant bloody wings that came out of nowhere.
"I should've asked for your tongue." Abel tilted his head down slightly, eyes up at the man opposite him. "Oh, well… your eyes are enough for now."
The corner of Maximus' lips curled up, wiping the slash across his cheek upon Abel's attack using his wings.
"It's been a while since I've seen those wings of the Grimsbanne," he mused, licking the blood off of his thumb, eyes locked with Abel. "Mathilda never used hers."
"Considering my sister doesn't care, I'm not surprised."
