The first thing her fake green eyes laid upon the dawn of reality were a pair of deep brown eyes looking at her from the door. The man seemed rather unsettled but still tall and as imposing as usual. It felt like he would prefer not to be anywhere near here.
Verona wanted to laugh at his obvious discomfort, not until she remembered who he was, and the known hatred took over her entire body like a winter fever. Standing up on legs that shook from frazzled bones, the redhead rushes towards him, her fists flying, and begins to pummel his chest with a flurry of punches.
He only had time to look up when the little thing came charging at him. Her hands could barely reach his neck but that didn't deter the woman from punching as hard as her strength would allow her. Razhal's sharp defense instincts had almost made him slash the little woman, but Zeus had been the one who pulled back in just at the nick of time.
