The woman flinched back for a moment, but then caught herself and narrowed her eyes at Leila instead. "That's not your father!" she snarled. "Why would yo— Gah!"
Suddenly, a surge of pressure sent her stumbling back several steps. Instinctively, she tried to conjure bright blue magic circles of unknown purpose, but they sputtered out of existence before fully forming.
"Are you ignoring me?" Erik chuckled, his lips twisted in a disbelieving smirk as he walked up, hands resting in the pockets of his cargo pants. "That's bold of you."
The woman shifted a venomous glare towards Erik. "I'm bold?! What about this rebellious slut calling some other man 'Dadddy'?! She should have some respect for her father!" Suddenly, she pointed an accusatory finger at Erik, eyes spitting flame. "And what was that just now?! Did you attack me?!"
