"FINN!?"
That was all Finn heard before something smacked him across the head. Majestria, of course.
"You still owe me!" she shrieked, grabbing the back of his damped dirty brown hair.
"Okay, okay! You don't have to be so rough—I'm tired, you know."
"Well you shouldn't have fallen down that pit!" She yanked him into a headlock, stuffing him under her armpit.
"Like you hadn't fallen off the cliff when the cave shook!" Finn muffled through her arm.
Her grip tightened. "That's because I didn't expect that to happen!"
"Neither did I!"
"Let go of him… you're hurting him," Chestelle mumbled, tugging lightly at Majestria's holy arm.
Meanwhile, Lickthorn just stood there panting heavily, staring at Finn like he was a steak. Finally, she spoke.
"You still owe me too, Finn."
Majestria snapped her head at her. "Owe you WHAT?! You're not laying a hand on him until I say so!"
"But he's owed me for a while," Lickthorn protested. "And you always ride him—so give him up!"
