"What the hell do you want, bastard?" Lukas growled, remembering how Fenrir had pretended to be Alara.
"Heh," Fenrir waved his hand with a laugh. "Long time no see."
"Who's this guy?" Alara muttered, her hand hovering over her sword after hearing Lukas.
Lukas glared at Fenrir for another second before shaking his head. The next second a small smile formed on his lips.
Behind him, he could hear Mina breath a sigh of relief.
Lukas didn't really care about that, or the idiot wannabe god in front of him. The simple fact was that there were hundreds of potential customers in here.
'I should probably be on my best behavior then,' Lukas sighed.
Then, extending his hand, he offered a truce.
"Oh-ho!" Fenrir exclaimed as he earnestly grabbed his hand. To Lukas's surprise, his grip was tighter than even a vice grip.
Winking at Alara, he said, "See, my favorite hero knows what to do!"
