He was running. Running very fast. And while normally it would be just as easy for one with his abilities to fly, he was running, because this author just happened to say it was so. And also, because every time he looked back, in spite of himself, he wanted to stop and drool at the sight of her..ah..how to put it..magnificent beauty. But although Mazoku love pain, and he was no exception, he discovered that there actually is a limit to how much self-mutilation he could stand. And the cat o'nine tails she was swinging over her head while cackling wildly just went past that limit. So he ran, and ran, but she never seemed to tire in running - just as he knew she never tired in other areas either...Imagine that. A mere human wearing out a Mazoku - although he was starting to think she might be not quite human anyway.
He remembered how he had first met her..from his first sight of her, her magnificent..ah..self had caused him to feel quite a bit of interest - it only took a little time to work up the perfect plan to win her love. Ah, but as he had discovered, she didn't care all that much about love. What she needed was someone more strong and relentless than him who could keep up with her; someone who could spend an entire week on end keeping her occupied doing THAT, as he'd tried..but after a couple days without rest he just wore down, and she straightaway pronounced him weak and gave him a couple floggings with her cat o'nine tails. Kept him going for a while, but still, he just couldn't keep up with her appetities for much longer; good for short exposure..not something you can stand for long periods of time. She just needed someone who had blind stamina and the stupidity to ignore pain, someone to get her mind off him while he retreated to Wolf Pack Island to lick his wounds. He was sure Zelas-sama would find this very amusing if she ever found out..hopefully she wouldn't. He swore he'd personally eliminate the first mazoku who heard of it.
Looking back, he realized with a surge of hope that he had gotten her out of sight, at least for a few minutes. Seizing the advantage, he took to the air frantically. As he bolted like an arrow loosed over the trees, Xellos spotted a campsite. A dumb blond swordsman was there, slashing at the air. An evil grin slowly formed on his face.. stupidity.. check.. stamina.. check.. Grease the hogs and call me Margaret; we have a winner.
Gourry was practicing his sword strokes when suddenly, of all people, that purple-haired man landed in front of him, smiling his sunny smile. What was his name again? Gourry couldn't remember..something like Zero?
Smiling cheerfully in return to the man, Gourry greeted him. " Hey Zero!" A sweatdrop formed on the purple man's hair, but he didn't stop smiling. "It's Xellos. Oh, Gourry..I have a question for you.."
Scratching his head, Gourry replied, "Uh, ok, Vellhos. Ask away.."
The smile on the odd man's face intensified, if anything, as Gourry awaited curiously. "I was just wondering..ever met a woman named Naga?"