>>6338828You instantly step back, but the damage is done. Whoever you stepped on felt like they were wearing combat boots as well, so it must not have been so bad.
It is bad.
The woman who turns to meet your gaze is a full head taller than you. Like the titanic man from yesterday, she's wearing a dog tag. Her clothes scream ex-military, but whatever rank she had surely far outstripped yours. (What are you thinking? You were never even military.) In another context you would have found her extremely attractive, or least beguiling, but you can't help feel like everything about her radiates a killing intent. You notice the black horns poking out of her fringe. A wyverian... ? You've never seen one of those in real life, either...
The woman is grinning at you, one eye half-closed. "Lookin' to get paired up, handsome?"
You hesitate to respond. You feel like if this woman is your partner you won't even survive the trek to the Condemned Zone.
"Uh, hey..." The cat-girl chimes in once again. She is suddenly standing next to the statuesque dragon-woman. "This is one of our Guildmates, Maggde... She's coming with you to make sure no-one is seriously injured. She can't pair up you, naturally."
"It's too bad," she adds, with what you can only assume is her brand of sarcasm. "But here. He's missing a buddy. You two will do fine."
