Enough was enough. Where was the secutiry staff when real danger was taking place? The clumsiness of the security contrasted with the swift rescue of the meal Nicusur. Puternic was not there to fight: he never thought that his strength should be the driver of his leadership or superiority. Nevertheless, he was not afraid of using it when it necessary. From his perspective, its use could not have become clearer.<br/><br/>Puternic stood up and rushed towards Kelly. Once more, Lugoj was inflicting pain on one of his girls. That was not admissible to his reputation. With amazing speed, Puternic reached the Darkling to slap right on his neck, sending him away and breaking his devilish grip on her neck. Immediately, rather than looking for further fight, Puternic kneeled in front of Kelly and grabbed her in his arms. His breathing was fast, his body was even warmer than usual.<br/><br/>"Are you fine, little Kelly?", the werewolf asked all tenderly. No anger with her rebelliousness could be perceived in his voice. After all, it was his duty to protect his girls. Thereafter, he raised his head and angrily gazed Lugoj. Without further saying, he carried the fox girl back into the room where he was before, tendering her in his arms.