"Wrath, where the heck are we going?" I sighed at the girl who had a black mask with a wide grin. Despite the smiling image, she was never really happy (from what I heard). I didn't spend much time with her, but I knew her. Her friend... Pride I think... He keeps telling me stories about her destroying things.
"Pride thinks I'm weak! The little idiot thinks he's stronger!" She huffed angrily. "I wanted to arm wrestle with you! I knew you'd be better than Balby. I'm right aren't I Willow?"
"I guess?" Wrath lead me to a table and sat at one side while I sat across from her. I sat with a sigh. "You know, being strong isn't everythi