Fury prt. 8

"Fury!" Celia screeched in horror as Fury sat there with a sly smile. "What are you doing outside of my mind? Go back in there and wait!!! i don't need you to mess things up! Again!" Celia cried out mortified by the last time they went into a village together. Alphonse chuckled and scooted back which Fury and Celia also noticed.

"What, so she scares me!" Alphonse said backing up a little more.

"Good i should scare you! I strike fear into the hearts of men!" Fury replied laughing manically. Celia sighed and dug around into the backpack until she found another cloak which she threw at Fury.

"Put it on if your coming with us! We're low on supplies and this is the only village close enough to get some supplies you screw this up again and we'll all be dead before we reach the next village!" Celia growled. Fury sighed and slipped the cloak on, she glared at both Celia and Alphonse as though they had ruined her fun for the day.

"There you happy now?!" Fury growled.

"Oh pleasantly so!" Celia stated taking a large stride forward so she was close to Fury. Fury growled a low growl that started from her throat and got louder and louder as Celia wouldn't stand down.

Fury launched herself at the girl and tackled her, the growling didn't cease to stop. Celia still didn't stand down she growled and took a swipe at Fury narrowly missing her throat but getting her cheek instead. Alphonse normally didn't mind a cat fight but since it was demoness against.... whatever Celia was he didn't think Celia could last all that long.

Fury jumped out and took out a sword that hung in a sheath that Celia recognized as hers. "So you don't fight fair eh?" Celia asked smiling as though she'd won the lottery.

"Not really its never been my nature!" Fury growled. Celia giggled and pulled out another sword identical to Fury's, Fury gasped and threw the sword at Celia's feet in surrender. Celia rushed over and picked it up and sheathed both swords before finally turning her back to the demoness and walking away her head held high.

"Are you coming?" She asked Alphonse who stood stunned at the fight that had just taken place. After all Fury could have killed her if she wanted to but she was the one to stand down.

Lola watched in horror, and awe as Fury stood down and surrendered to Celia. She was sure Fury could have taken her but instead she didn't. Maybe just maybe Celia had some kind of power that Fury knew about that made her stand down... or was it out of loyalty? Loyalty to what though?

Lola sighed and walked down the hallway her silver dress trailing behind, she wondered how that wizard was doing and if he had caught up to them yet. She smiled as she thought of Celia, Fury, and Alphonse taking on the wizard.

She laughed and walked down the stone hallway and out into her garden, she went south of there and into the forest where she came upon a small grave stone... she sighed and let the tears gently flow from her eyes.