Seeing the magical attacks intensifying rather than diminishing, and realizing the two pseudo-archmages were genuinely about to kill each other over his shop, Noah sighed with the resignation of someone whose business kept attracting violent misunderstandings.
"This is getting out of hand," he muttered, watching another exchange of devastating spells that sent tremors through the ground. "I need to stop this before they destroy the entire area."
He turned toward Lola with a request he knew might be dangerous. "Would you mind protecting me while I go out there? I don't think my attributes are quite sufficient for this level of Crossfire."
Lola's ruby eyes sparkled with delight at his request, her lips curving into a smile that carried layers of meaning beyond simple agreement. "Of course I'll keep you safe," she purred, her voice dropping in tone. The way her voice flowed was like silk, smooth and buttery.
