"Harry! Are you insane? I told you to deal with Sylvia, not me!" Cherry shouted angrily. She couldn't believe that Harry just kicked her off the stage.
The whole thing happened so suddenly and fast that everyone was shocked.
"I'm not your lackey. I don't have to do as you say." Harry looked down upon Cherry from the stage. Suddenly, I felt the urge to fix my eyes on him. Despite his unruly head of hair that made him look like a talking pineapple, I couldn't help feeling a surge of respect and admiration for him. In my eyes, he glowed with bright, holy light like a true warrior.