If events had proceeded a different way, he could have been showing Lucy firsthand his exciting discovery from this morning. Instead, all he felt as the two's footsteps grew closer was that of avoidance. Cobra kept his head down and turned to move in a new direction.
Unfortunately, he was seconds too late. Cobra could barely make out the two walking into view, and Mirajane's sharp eyes proved damning as she called out immediately. "Oh, Cobra! Wait! Where are you going? Where's Lucy?"
He gritted his teeth at the mention of her but kept walking. Now his head pounded from two sources, and he couldn't tell which was more painful. He thought he heard the demon's call again and planned to ignore it when suddenly his heavy guild cloak yanked uncomfortably to the side at a speed that sent him spinning back around. Cobra snarled as he fought the thing only to be met with more resistance than any natural wind could explain. He set a glare at Macbeth, who matched him in expression as he held out a hand, setting his magic upon him. The more Cobra struggled the worse the tugging became, and soon all he could do was stare hatefully in his guildmate's direction.
A slender hand brushed Macbeth's shoulder and he nearly jumped in surprise. Mirajane's eyes wore a somber expression as she spoke, "Macbeth…"
The man looked ready to argue, but something in Mira's look must have gotten to him, as he released his magic, though not without continuing to glare at Cobra, as if daring him to turn away again.