A/N: I love Goldov because like honestly he's gorgeous but I hate him because he's in love with Nachetanya. But I also love Hans because he's just so mysterious and awesome and so I figured why not both. Just a random drabble. Hope you like it ^^
With Nachetanya singled out, those who remained were: Adlet, the strongest man in the world; Flamie, the Saint of Gunpowder; Maura, the Saint of the Mountain; Goldov, a loyal soldier; and Hans and Romana, both trained assassins.
"Princess!" Goldov lunged to grab Nachetanya, but she dispersed into a flutter of dust, the wind blowing the remains deep into the forest, her laughter echoing in everyone's ears.
Romana jumped up to stop him.
"Goldov!"
"Let me go, Romana. I have to go after her."
"Goldov, you idiot! She's the seventh, there's no use in it anymore!"
He shrugged her off of him, his brute strength nearly tossing her to the ground.
"I can save her," his eyes were crazed, "She's my princess." And he ran into the woods.
"Goldov!" she screamed after him, shaking with anger. "Idiot." She muttered through gritted teeth.
"Nyahaha! For a strong guy he's pretty weak, nyeah?"
"Shut up Hans." She shoved his shoulder, almost knocking him off balance.
"Hm? Jealous?" he looked at her curiously.
"Jealous?" she spat out, her hands in fists. Hans stared at her with those piercing, cat-like eyes. She let out a shaky breath, calming herself down. "She's his princess." She said emphatically, crossing her arms, "And that's something I'll never be."
Without warning, Hans lunged at her, kicking the edge of her heels and knocking her to the ground. She reacted quickly, jumping back up and swinging for his jaw. He dodged it, pulling out his sword and aiming for her torso.
"Are you crazy!" She pulled out her knife, stopping him, but just barely. Their metal met with a sharp ching! and she tried to hold him back, but she was at a large disadvantage with only her knife. She pushed him off after a bit of a struggle, spreading her legs out to get a steady hold of herself.
"If you want to be like that bunny princess then go ahead. But don't do it in front of me."
"I don't want to be like her-"
He pointed his sword at her.
"You hate that he follows her beck and call like a lost dog. But you follow him just the same."
She charged at him, not thinking, running towards him with full force, her knife completely visible to him. He blocked her easily, tossing her knife into the ground and poking her stomach with his sword.
"Nyah? Could it be? You've let emotion get to you. How disappointing."
She held her hands up, panting. "Fine, Hans. You got me."
"Hm?" he raised his eyebrow in confusion, she was never one to give up so easily.
He began to lower his sword, but just as he did, she dropped to the ground, kicking his feet in a swift motion. True to his cat-like reflexes though, he twisted in a way that kept him on his feet. He jumped on her, pinning her neck down with the edge of his sword.
"Men like that are good for nothing. You deserve better."
She scoffed. "Yeah, like you?"
The sharp sting of his eyes seemed to dull, and he backed away, getting off of her. It was a face she had never seen him make. He turned his back to her, walking away.
"Hans," she said quickly, "wait-"
"Do what you want," he said carelessly, stretching out his arms, "I've had enough."
