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Sorry for late chapter, me trying to spend more time on writing, when I have other distracting things like GAMING and MANGAs and ANIMES

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NOW ITS NATSUMI'S POV ALL THE WAY:

Last updated: 29/7

As the noise disappeared with them, a smirk crossed Lucia's face.

Today is getting really interesting.

Natsumi and Lucia

Natsumi was starting to break out in sweat –literally

She knew she could not run any longer; any longer and she will break.

She gave another glance over her shoulder before she leaped off roof after roof. Damn, they are still on her tail.

As she cursed a string of words in her brain, out of the blue, she suddenly crash down onto her knees. Shit, she gnashed her teeth together; she had just run out of energy. A beam of green flames shot at her back from behind unnoticed. She barely missed as she crouched down and roll over, as it struck the red tiles, spitting pieces of red ceramic tiles at her. She crunched the piece of red tile in her mouth into tiny bits and her brain decided to escape to the other side of the roof. She, as fast as she can, crawled on her fours as cautious as possible, avoiding as much magic shot at her. Magic shot above her head as she crawled over. As she got to the other side, she immediately slides down the horizontal roof and before she hit the end, she finally gave the last push and tried leaping.

As she was in mid-air, her arms ready to grab hold of the roof opposite her, suddenly, something rough grabbed hold of her ankle and pulled her down. Natsumi gave a sudden cry as she fell from the height. Just as she was falling, a giant fire explosion cracked open at the spot she would have landed on if she was pulled from the height.

Natsumi then fell into the arms of somebody, the smell of cologne was too intoxicating, his clothing rubbing against hers, making that crisp sound of fabric. That person seems to be looking down at her, her-no, it's a voice seems to echo in the alley they stood," You are cute…" His eyes seem to trail onto her own body, focusing on her chest before he continued," Not to mention hot."

Natsumi glared up, her eyes were caught in the chocolate brown eyes of her catcher. She squinted as the sun rays above get caught between his light blond hairs, the tan skin of his, with the slightly squared jaw. The eyes do not seem slanted yet were not small and almond shape, with the light shade that compliments the hair. He tied a blue satin ribbon around his head like a head band, and he wears a high collared crisp white sleeveless shirt, rimmed with shades of blue fabric. His smile, somewhat, starts to annoy her.

He grinned as he let her down gently, before taking the black whip-she suspect was the thing that grabbed her leg- in his hand and wrapping it neatly through the belt loophole in his long blue trousers which was tucked below the knees into brown leather boots. Natsumi then noticed a slight tinkle before she caught a flash of gold and silver as he quickly whipped around, as if not wanting her to see it. But she knew what she saw, and immediately it increased her suspicion on him. Why, would there be a rare Celestial wizard, she thought softly.

Natsumi's glare got deeper." Who are you?" she says at the blond hair man.

He did nothing, but his smirk got wider. He suddenly raised his arm; his long slender fingers gave a loud snap. Natsumi suddenly heard the loud clopping of hooves behind her, as she immediately turned around, before a large giant white and black bull sent his giant axe onto her, cutting the end of her white scale-like scarf.

She leaped back onto the crates behind her; her body crouched on her fours, snarling," Who are you?"

He smirked and his perfect lips open," You are a very interesting person…. So interesting…"

His brown eyes seem to turn into light golden brown under the sunlight, glinting," That you seem worth a sum of money, eh?

Her eyes widened as he pointed a finger at her that smirk getting more and more annoying to her. He gave a simple and deadly order," Taurus, get her."

In a flash of white and black, the big bull dashed at her. She prepared herself, before it could reach her, she bent her knees and as soon as the bull charged at her, she leaped over him, everything moving in slow motion. The bastard could only just raise his eyebrow as he watch the battle between his Celestial spirit and her. She landed on her feet as the wooden crates exploded as the axe cracked through the boxes, the wood splintering the tension in the air.

But this only made the bull angrier. He turned around; his axe started swinging all around. It seems like the axe is not only lighter than it seems, but the bull does not seem as slow too. Veins seem to explode his head as the numbers of swings started increasing.

Everything around them exploded too, the crates, the barrels of stale wine, and those boxes of fruits. Everything sliced open, but somehow, the blond haired man seemed to remain unscathed.

Her eyes met the bull; she had enough of running around, barely missing her head with that extremely sharp axe. Her fingers were getting really irritated.

Her eyes observed for this bull's weakness… His crouch… no, covered with leather and having extra leather being a bull is bad enough to cover those crouch. His horns… better not… She bent down. She heard the tiny snap, as she watches a pink strand of her hair drift down. Shit that cow, her eyes began to glow even more red, anything but her hair and scarf.

She, instead of charging, held her horse stance pose, her feet firmly planted on the gravel ground, her eyes closed, her breathing calm and tranquil.

That guy saw it, his eyebrows raised even more.

The golden and silver axe came clashing when a flash of pink and red as her long arms grabbed the axe which was just inches away from her face. She grinds her teeth against each other, as both beasts struggled, the arm muscles on both beasts seem to tighten and protrude. Neither is moving on their ground, their strength were in match.

Her eyes met the bull, her chest heaving up and down as both tried to remain on ground, as long as one loses balance, the one definitely loses. She struggled, twisting her body even more, as her chest continued to jiggle and the lumps of fats shaking around. At that moment, she heard a tiny moan escaping above her. She looked up, her eyes on the bull, as she watch his eyes, staring straight on her boobs, his mouth salivating. She caught and used that chance immediately.

She immediately clutched the blade as hard as she could and gave all her strength, her muscles bulging bigger than usual, as she gave a large pull. A loud crack crackled in the tension in the air, the wood splinters tore through the air, one cutting her face, as she broke the wooden stick and her hands, though with blisters, were stinging with satisfaction. Her strength never failed her.

She threw the piece of the broken axe behind her and charged, balls of fire burning in her eyes as she gave a large push off the ground as she shot her head at the bull, her hard head cracking against the bull.

The bull crumpled to his knees, his tiny mini-shorts barely fitting his thick legs seem to show before the top of his body crashed down, his eyes, swirling and rolling about in their eye socket. She sniffed angrily and she then turned around to face the guy, but to find nothing on where he used to stand and suddenly felt movement behind her.

Before she could react, the loud whooshing of the cold air being sliced by something sharp, and then another loud crack.