Red Hour pt. 2

"Motherfucker!" 

"Son of a bitch!" 

Yelling and cursing echoed all through the Rage tent. This was an unfortunate usual occurrence in the tent as ringmaster Asta was, yet again, mad as hell. 

"Lucy has really done it this time! Just wait til I get my hands on him-!!!!" Asta stomped around, knocking things off of nearby crates and breaking anything he could get his hands on; just making an all too familiar mess of everything. He even pummeled the occasionally Carnihellion if they were truly unlucky enough to get in his way. This outburst was one of his worse tantrums in a while. Most Carnihellions had moved out of the way by now or were in the process of doing so, watching in tired distress. However, one Carnihellion did the opposite.

Duraal came marching up to Asta, all too quickly taking a swing at him with her prosthetic arm. Of course, Asta moved quickly; ducking underneath the swing. The ring master shot her a nasty glare, putting his fists before him. "The hell d'ya think you're doing?", he snarled.

He got no answer as Duraal was focused on the fight she'd just started, fully intent on stopping her boss. Normally, he'd proudly exclaim about the duel to make a spectacle out of it but now? Asta was about to show Duraal that she made a fucking mistake. 

Asta wasted no time throwing a punch in retaliation though Duraal managed to dodge him. The two continued to trade blows with one another, none too bad at first as they were all too familiar with each other's moves. However, he was getting angrier by the second and Duraal wasn't letting up. "Snap the hell out of it, boss!", she hissed at him but he didn't hear her.

Blinded by rage, Asta's blows and reflexes became sloppy. The only thing on his mind was his fury and desire to defeat his opponent. He wasn't even sure what he was angry about anymore, just that he was indeed angry. The fight became more violent as the blow being dealt with as much strength as either of them could muster, neither one holding back. Duraal's mechanical arm connected with Asta's chin, stunning him for a bit and causing him to stumble. She took advantage of this and swiftly swatted his legs out from under him with her tail, using her two lower arms to help her restrain him. No one could have predicted what happened next.

In one quick motion, Duraal brought her lips to Asta's and kissed him. All of the onlooking Carnihellions gasped. This unexpected action broke Asta's temper as the ring master laid there in temporary shock. Duraal pulled away from Asta and with a growl said, "Boss, my dear Asta, calm down! Or else I'll make everything you eat so sour I give you a reason to throw a tantrum." 

Asta just stared at her in disbelief before breaking out into a bellowing laugh. With a nasty grin, he turned the tables on Duraal; flipping their positions. Now over her, Asta leaned in close. 

"Whatever you say, sour patch." 

He said with a crunch of sour candy.