I groaned. That thick-headed Berserker had taken my words and flipped them all the way upside down. He was already imagining a grand romantic rivalry, where I saw a tactical necessity.
"Never mind," I muttered, realising it was utterly futile to argue with a man who had battle lust and romance-drama mixed in his brain. "Now, you can go do whatever you want for the next few hours while I finish my business here."
"Bro, as we are here and talking," Wrayly said, his tone suddenly shifting to something more opportunistic. "Why not let me take that big gem under my wing? My boys could use a Mega-Gate."
For a second there, I didn't know whether I should laugh or cry. Everyone wanted a piece of the gate.
"Sorry, but can you beat Fang?" I asked in return.
