"Where's the girl? I just wanna know where the hell the girl is!"
Madman arrived at the coordinates Orson had marked on the map, craning his neck and looking around with the unmistakable glint of a perv in his eyes.
"So? How is she? She's right at the entrance to the Watchtower. Time to bring out those world-class thieving hands of yours," Orson said, tagging Skyfeather with an exclamation mark over her head.
"Holy crap, you bastard!"
Madman leaned forward for a better look and saw the girl, bloodied and battered, her light armor shattered and barely hanging on. He turned on his heel and bolted.
"Where the hell are you running? The aggro's on me! She won't even look at you!" Orson shouted after him.
"You call this a girl? That's a two-million-HP monster in a miniskirt!"
Madman reluctantly skidded to a halt and yelled at Orson for playing dirty, bitterly disappointed that his fantasies had just been nuked.
