"Whoa mama! Look at them legs!"
...was a pervert. A psychotic one, but a pervert none the less.
"Come on baby! Let's get together for some hot squishy love!"
"Ewwww.... No thanks!" declared the girl in the red skirted seifuku. "What 'bout you my busty redheaded bundle of sexyness?"
"Not. A. Chance!"
Shale had started his usual directions to the minotaur-like Beastial (rampage around and attack people) when this "Fighter Hope" and this "Sailor Mars" had shown up and made really stupid speeches. Shale had taken one look at them and offered to take them to a love hotel for something that involved using motor oil in a way it was never meant to. The reactions of the girls had taken away Slate's attention from Taura (the Beastial) long enough so that a pair of boys could deal some damage to her.
Though why they called her 'Taro', he'd never know.
"The idiot should have dealt with them already," Slate muttered to himself. He watched the inane... not-a-battle until:
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