As she turned, there she was adorned in carbon-like plates of navy blue. Her scarf flapped in the sea-breeze as her helmeted head tilted to the side, "Aww, you remember me," her monotonous voice cooed.
"You seem to remember me."
"What're you doing here pretty Princely?" she stood across the blonde on some of the wreckage.
"Take a wild guess."
Frost glanced over to the slime-woman, "You know what that thing is?"
"It's a wannabe god that got the powers of an old god and has been making its way across the sea since last afternoon."
"So you've been in Burnetrout."
"What gave that away my friendly neighbourhood stalker?" unamusedly Jotou replied.
"I think the fact that I don't know proves that I've not been keeping track of you Howllett."
"Why are you here?"
"Take a wild guess."
"Go away Frost, I don't have time for your games."
As Jotou took a step, the chunk of metal she was on broke and was about to sink into the sea.
"Slwoosh!!"
