You're way too competitive to let that lie

Damn it. That arrogant old man has the ability to get under your skin. You're tempted to challenge him right here and right now, but with his casual disregard for the welfare of others, that would end poorly for everyone. You haven't survived this long by fighting in burning buildings, and with the Fell coming whoever won would be overwhelmed in short order. Of course, there is something you can do about that, and she's standing right beside you.

"Sorry about that, Yang." You **** a crooked, sheepish smile to overlay your fuming anger. "Old world business causing problems here in this one. The pillar of arrogance that just walked away is another god, and he's abusing his power to make the two women with him his slaves. He tried to do the same to you. And because he doesn't care about other people, he's drawn the Fell like moths to a flame. They'll be here any time now, unless we do something to stop them." She looks irritated and skeptical all at the same time. "I'll buy your drinks for the next week." You conclude, and she immediately shifts into a cheeky grin and gives you a thumbs up. "Deal!"

'Victory.' you reflect with a sigh. This girl's got impulse-control issues.

"Right then." You say instead, putting aside the thought for now. "We've gotta get out of town and somewhere closed-in. We're going to have a lot of Fell coming and limiting their numbers while we fight them is key." "Hey, no problem! I know just the place, and we can take Bumblebee to get there." It turns out that Yang owns a motorcycle, because of course she does. It also turns out that she was adamant about driving. You'd make more of an issue of that if you weren't so pressed for time. Instead you put your pride aside for the moment and get on the back. You do grab a measure of **** and a generous double-handful of her chest as you lean into her. She smells like leather, sunshine, and a hint that's entirely her. The countryside blurs by you as she heads out of town and begins going cross-country. The rolling hills here are largely clear, with only grass and patches of brush or rocks to break it up.

Soon your destination becomes apparent. Closer to the feet of the mountains that overlook the town, there is a ravine cut into the foothills. A cold, fast-moving stream runs energetically out of a cave more than large enough for a person to move through. Yang parks a little ways away. The two of you step off of the vehicle and Yang stretches like a cat, intentionally showing off her lithe young body and the curves that flow beautifully with her showy movements. "Get a good 'Yang'ful?' she asks with a smirk. "Its a start." You agree with a crooked smile. "Though barely that. Let's move into the cave and begin the next step."