"TRANTOR!"
Freele called off her essence but it was too late. She ran toward her man as he was tossed off the stage by the tornado of wind and life essence. By the time she had reached him, Trantor had already crashed into the ground and was smiling softly.
"What is this?! Did we just witness another upset?!" cried the announcer.
But Freele wasn't paying that man any attention. She kneeled beside her fallen lover, gripping his hand and laying his head on her lap. "What did you do that for?!"
Chuckling lightly and unfazed by the many cuts he'd received from her attack, Trantor looked up to her. "Remember... I promised to never hurt you. I'm just keeping my promise."
"Idiot…" Freele felt conflicted. Part of her wanted to slap Trantor atop the head while she also wanted to hold him closer. Medics were already on the scene to give him aid but Freele waved them off. White energy surrounded her and then Trantor, seeping into his many grazing wounds. "Never do that again."
"Freele…"
