A brief respite

The giant's body slowly begins to discorporate into flying flecks of darkness on its ****. The lesser Fell have already disappeared, their tie to this world more tenuous the weaker the creature was. Despite all the promises of carnal excess and the flush of victory that accomplishes a life-and-**** struggle, neither you or Yang are in much of a condition to celebrate. The half-clad girl sinks to her knees, head and shoulders rolling back in weariness as the power that had sustained her so far was burned away during her fight with the Fell's soldiers. You shove yourself to your feet and doggedly stumble over to her. Her eyes, glassy and returned to their normal violet, droop as she looks up at you. "You did well, Yang." You say as you stand over her. You brush a stray lock of hair out of her face and caress her cheek. "Rest for a bit, you've earned it." She snorts, a laugh cut short by fatigue. "Yeah, I'm pretty awesome. I'll just..." You catch her as she falls asleep mid-proclamation. She's heavier than she looks, not that you'd say so to her face, and moving her is difficult in your drained condition. Still, you manage to drag the two of you back against a wall. You look around for her jacket from where you lean, but its no where to be found and probably buried in the rubble. Sighing, you shuck out of your shirt and drape it over her shoulders like a cape so that she's not lying on cold bare stone. Then, weariness beginning to overcome you as well, you lean back and pull Yang into your arms. Less clothed than polite society would demand and more clothed than you would prefer, you both drift off as sleep overcomes you.

You used to be a heavy sleeper, but the years of conflict have trained that out of you. Especially after the fall of Asgard, you have learned that danger is always a moment away. So when a soft but heavy footstep enters the cave, your brain registers the threat and you sit up wide awake. You see a pair of heavily armored figures wielding very high-end looking guns. Something about them puts you at ease though, and a moment later it hits you. These two women (and yes, in retrospect the way they are walking clearly indicates their feminine nature) are marked with the blessing of Artemis. They eye the two of you hesitantly. You glance over to check on Yang and note that you're both shirtless and pulling off the look well. She's still out like a light though, swelling breasts rising and falling steadily with her breathing. One of the newcomers in yellow and red steps forward and addresses you. "We were sent to investigate a swarm of the Fell heading for this area. What do you know about what happened?" She doesn't quite wave the energy cannon that makes up her entire right forearm under your nose, but she's obviously ready to bring it to bear at a moments notice. You're feeling much better after your nap, perhaps a side-product of your divine portfolio and gaining a strong follower. Still, you decide to remain seated and have a little fun with the two.

You lean back and stretch, one arm around Yang and the other pushed out to the side to show off the slabs of muscle that layer your barrel chest. "I have no idea who you are, and don't feel like talking to faceless warriors. It's only polite to introduce yourselves before making conversation, you know." You state calmly. "Besides, I'm not much of a threat to you right now, am I?" The two look at each other for a moment before the first shrugs and activates a mechanism within her armor. It begins to disassemble itself before your eyes, leaving a stunning blonde in a form-fitting blue catsuit.

She stood shorter than you had suspected, the armor having given her significant bulk that was absent in its wearer. Her features are delicate in contrast with her blue eyes that hold a no-nonsense confidence that you instantly find attractive. She obviously takes exceptional care of herself, the lines of her body showing an athletic build that sacrifices none of its feminine charms. "I am Samus, sworn champion of Artemis. This is my equal, Pharah." Samus indicated the woman behind her, who had forgone wholly disarming but retracted her helmet. Pharah has dusky skin and dark hair, and an Egyptian-themed tattoo underneath one eye. Her shoulder-length hair is collected up at the sides in a pair of gold clasps. From what you can tell, she is just as beautiful as Samus though in her own way. She also excludes an air of confidence that can only be earned on the battlefield.