"What the hell are we doing here again?" Fenric growled, scratching violently at his silver hair, claws raking through it like he was digging for treasure-or trouble.
"Can you not fling your fleas everywhere, you deranged mutt?" Eri snapped, smacking his hand away with a sharp glare.
Fenric's eyes narrowed. "Who you calling mutt, you rat-faced banshee?"
They were nose to nose now, practically vibrating with the urge to kill each other. Again.
Lucy sighed, dragging a hand down his face. "Gods… It's like babysitting two rabid toddlers."
He stepped between them and pointed to the massive, rune-etched teleportation pods glowing softly nearby. "Focus. We're here to recruit our sixth and final team member. And the only way to reach them is through those."
