Hanna froze at the Halve's outburst of anger.
Natasha's entire body started glowing brighter than the suns, and her eyes turned completely golden. She raised a hand and balled it into a fist.
Bonte and Pokora vanished from their spots immediately.
The Tigea had the foresight of taking the alcohol with him, however.
The Ork didn't know what to do.
Running wouldn't help. It's an angry Halve, after all! A Warrior Halve at that!!
Hanna closed her eyes, resigning herself to fate.
The instant stretched to a few seconds, then to a full minute.
Fate didn't come. Instead, a very deep breath and a very long sigh reached the Scout's ears.
"Okay... fine..." Natasha muttered, running her hands through her hair. "I'm cool. I'm fine," she sighed. "I breathe in the calm and exhale the toxic," she chanted and took deep breaths. "Nobody makes me angry but myself."
Hanna cracked an eye open and saw the woman in front of her had a face that wouldn't forgive any slight. Not even from a newborn.
