"One who'd rather your damn body be kept a good three feet away, dammit!" Laharl growled out as he held his ground, despite her rapid approach.

Shooting out his arm, Laharl easily caught her fist with his hand, air pressure bursting around them as their strengths met. Having stopped her punch in it's tracks. He held her fist tightly, meeting her gaze with his own.

"That was a pretty pathetic punch."