<div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Calligraph421 BT;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flora Blake</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Not impressed.</span> </span></div><hr/><br/>Giving a shake of her head, Flora frowned "you shouldn't curse with little kids around her that could easily hear you." Crossing her arms under her bust Flora continued to lean against the tree, enjoying being surrounded by the grass and trees.  Arching a eye brow at his eagerness to fight, she stared up at him with a unamused look on her face. Why anyone would be so eager to fight. Giving a shrug of her shoulders, Flora blinked then narrowed her eyes a little.<br/><br/>Just because she was small, and a girl didn't mean she needed protection! "I don't need you to watch my back, I can take care of myself just fine. Is it because I'm a child of Demeter that I get a sticker on my forehead saying 'damsel in distress'?" The idea of someone thinking she was weak made Flora upset, "I may not use a sword but I can use other weapons to protect myself." Huffing a little she turned away from Dante and started walking.<br/><br/>"Oh and you can watch my back alright! Watch as I walk away."<br/><br/>Just because she didn't believe in hurting people didn't mean she couldn't defend herself. Once she found a proper weapon Flora would show Dante that she wasn't some weak little flower. Letting out a frustrated sigh, she crossed her arms again, grumbling about boys and their arrogance. Right about now Flora really wished she could cook, cooking had always calmed her down because she could take all her frustration out on the food as she prepared it.