Childish as Amy's voice might be, it was solemn.
Two bluish violet flames appeared in her hands, and turned into two fireballs suddenly.
"Someone's inside?" Goodenia asked, surprised.
"Yeah," Devoe said, suddenly excited. "Gabriel will make them get on their knees and apologize to you." Every time his muscleman made people do that, he felt a malicious satisfaction.
Gabriel glanced at Amy's little fireballs with disinterest. "I was a knight before, but that title didn't stop me from beating kids, so behave yourself or I'll make you behave." Then he looked at Mag, who was still sitting at the table. "You must be the owner. You messed with the wrong person. Now kneel and move your sorry a*s over here!"
Johnnie took a step back automatically as he stared at the fireballs.
Mag was still very calm as he met Gabriel's bloodthirsty eyes; he found himself holding a chopstick.
