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Duraal had been keeping a close eye on Asta during this most recent… temper tantrum, watching him riot against whatever had offended his pride this time. She stared, with a bored expression on her face, at the carnage in his wake, while also swiftly motioning any Carnihellion that may be in his path to stay back. She made sure to clear most Carnihellions away from him as he began to rage, and now everyone is just… watching the result from this newest tantrum. It had been more than 20 minutes since it began, and whatever it was, it was still bothering her beloved boss. Her brows furrowed. He was going to destroy the tent at this pace.
She growled, to no one in particular, with her brows furrowed. A loud *thunk* of her tail hitting the ground reverberated. She will butt heads with Asta if it means to protect the tent, and she had an idea on how to stop him… 

It did work once before, with another Carnihellion. 

“I’m going to put a stop to this.” She muttered, noticing several others observing intensely. Beel, Zora, Calamity, and Vegra. Her family. 

She had to protect her home, her family. Her tail swished, rapidly. 

With her more serious gaze, Duraal checked her prosthetic arm, making sure it is fully attached to her. With a sharp inhale, then exhale, she stepped into action. She popped a Sour Candy in her mouth, growling still, as she stepped into action. 

Quickly motioning for Beel and Zora to stay back, but keep close, just in case she needed backup. He was a tank and could take a few hits, while his sister, and one of her partners, could help hold Asta back, if push came to shove. She looked over at Calamity, and motioned towards Bones. Protect their tattoo artist, and any other weaker rage tent. Calamity nodded, and positioned herself just in case.  Vegra was staring at her, she knew it, but gave him a reassuring wave. She knew what she was doing, and she did not need Vegrandis to jump in on her behalf, adding to the destruction. 

She swiftly approached him. It wasn't hard goading Asta into focusing on her by swinging at him with her prosthetic arm, approaching with the growl. He ducked, of course he would, but now the fight was on.
Duraal crunched the hard candy still within her mouth, as the retaliation swing from Asta had approached Duraal. Narrowly, she had dodged it as well. She was not going to get injured by her boss, that's for damn sure, especially in just the first few swings. She threw a sucker punch at Asta, while he threw one himself. The two knew each other's movements too well. They’ve sparred many times before. They blocked each other, and Duraal exhaled sharply. He wasn’t going down easily. Duraal smiled, She enjoyed a challenge. She clawed at Asta, then swung another punch. Then another. And another. Not letting up on her boss.

 He retaliated in kind, his eyes unfocused, hazy. He wasn’t truly seeing what he was doing, was he?

“Boss, snap the hell out of it-” She hissed, ducking from the next punch, Swinging her own tail to try and create distance between the two. 

 

From that point on- Punches were swung, some connected between the two, some were dodged, and some were blocked. Duraal had wound up bruised, with some scratches, but so did Asta.

For those watching the magnificent attempt at dealing with Asta’s anger, It was almost like a dance, dodging and weaving between attacks. Eventually, Duraal’s Mechanical fist made contact with Asta. He stumbled, and in a swift motion, Duraal grabbed him, using her two lower arms to restrain him. 

What no one expected next, was Duraal kissing Asta.

“Boss, My dear Asta, Calm down.” Duraal growled, pulling away from the kiss. “Or else I will make everything you eat so sour I give you a reason to throw a tantrum.”