Natron remained seated on the ground, since he was fairly certain he could not, in fact, balance himself properly. That, he decided, had been quite the knock to the head. He was of the opinion that although it had essentially been a slaughter, he had done his absolute best against someone stronger both magically and physically.

His eyes widened, despite her light tone, and he actually started to push himself up in an attempt to run away. "You really don't have to do that please don,t kill me." He said, sounding pathetic even to himself. He really did not want to die today and he had no doubt that she could finish him if she so desired.

Except, apparently he was saved by her need to...dye her hair. "Uh, yeah, that sounds like a great idea even though your hair looks really great as is." He danced around accidentally insulting her by implying her hair needed any work, because really, that was not what he wanted to be the end of him.

He managed to be mostly oblivious to her cleavage, but he gave her a fairly pathetic smile. "Yeah, I-I'll do that," he said, pushing himself off the ground and backing up slowly. "T-thanks for not killing me!" And then he turned and bolted, praying she didn't change her mind.


Matisha
TY for battle, darlin'! <33