There she sat, maliciously unaware of his frustration.
She sipped her smoothie, chatting with the bar maid over an open book, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil. Or was she?
He growled deep in his throat, convinced that she was infuriating him on purpose. How? How did she do it?
He stalked to her table, a snarl twisting his features. How was it possible that she could? She was so weak! Not like the other girls in the guild.
She turned around. Seeing the menacing glare on his face, she squeaked, trying to hide behind her book. He slapped it roughly out of her hands, staring her right in the eyes. She gulped. It was silent.
He couldn't take it anymore.
"How did you do it?" Gajeel roared at the cowering Lucy, "How the hell did YOU beat Bixlow?!"