(Well, both of them would eventually get kissed, it's just a matter of who's first)

Pounding footsteps told them that they were being followed. A twirling pipe flew over one of their shoulders, smashing the window of a shop.

"This is ridiculous," Ash growled. "Running from a mob, a human mob. I could take them out with one sweep of my hand."

"Perhaps you didnt see the copious amounts of iron theyre carrying," Puck said, wincing as a knife hurled past him, skidding into the street. "Of course, if you want to make a suicide stand, I certainly won't stop you. Though, I'd be disappointed you wouldnt be there for our last duel."

"Scared, Goodfellow?"

"In your dreams, princeling."

(ew harem)

" Can you two stop arguing at LEAST until we get away from the mind controlled mob?! "

"Just shut up. All of you!" Isiea snaps.

" don't tell me what to do! Mind your own damn business, okay? "

(Actually, no)

A pipe hurled through the air, striking Puck in the shoulder. He gasped and staggered, barely catching himself in time.

Buzzing laughter echoed behind them. Virus was floating above the crowd, her bugs swirling around her like a diamond blizzard. "You can run, little faery boys, but you can't hide," she called. "There are humans everywhere, and all can be my puppets. If you stop now and hand over the girls, I'll even let you choose how you want to die."

Ash snarled. He spun and hurled a spray of ice shards at the woman overhead. She gasped, and a zombie leaped into the air to block the attack, the shards tearing through his chest. He collapsed, twitching, and Virus hissed like a furious wasp.

"Oh, nice going, prince," Puck called as the zombies lurched forward with angry cries. "Way to make her mad."

(oh good harems are horrible)

" I don't see the difference. "

(Also, neither fey boys know any religions, so...)

(explainable. Their existence does contradict basically every known religion. I think. )

She just stays on Ares.

"He would have killed us if he could. One less soldier to worry about." Ash replied coldly, turning a corner.