With little hesitation on his part, he’d set out after Frosch. The way he saw it, he’d made his offer clear, the decision was hers to make. Whether or not she chose to accompany him was up to her. He had more important things to see to than wait for a clear answer or for her to make up her mind, like say his easily frightened exceed that had just run off into Fiore’s worst excuse for a haunted house. Worst by his standards, of course.
A man so shrouded in shadows had little to fear in the darkness of that space, his senses heightened. This was his element, strongest in the deepest night than he could ever be under blinding light.
Closing his eyes, the dragon slayer took it a step further, forfeiting sight to focus on his other senses. It was a necessary step to be taken, the house filled with all sort of artificial noises creaks, so if he focused. . .ther–
Whatever revelation might’ve been within his grasp was shattered with a sound that made for the hairs on his body to stand on end, a chill going down his spine. Scared? No, not particularly. Although Lucy’s shrill hysteria had just managed to make him feel as though blades had been run across his damned skull.
The only logical option, he deemed, was to crush the source of what had made her react in such a way. With his fist.