Aerais flew through the darkening sky her emerald orbs glowing a shade of purest white. As she descended upon the boy, the woman ****ed her head, watching him with a brow raised.
"Boy. Ye materialize before thy Titans, ready and waiting to bestow their name, their titles, upon your hearth, yet ye fled. All on account of a little bloodshed. If ye cannot handle a trace of pain, then perhaps you shouldn't hide in an alleyway. 'Tis if even more painful to be mugged or sliced by a cutter, than to battle with the Rock Goddess herself."