Alcott was right in front of Michaela when she splashed him again. He lunged at her just as she dove away and ended up hugging the water, gargling and trying to tolerate the water that went up his nose. Oh, that childish woman! Alcott had half a mind to use his wings to propel him towards her, but he didn't need to deal with a child pestering him about his wings.
What did she call him? Old man? "I'm not old!" he roared out, a vein pulsing at the side of his head as he chased after her.
What did she call him? Old man? "I'm not old!" he roared out, a vein pulsing at the side of his head as he chased after her.