Talk:Manticore/@comment-30655257-20170401145228/@comment-30700719-20170518172103

"Hello! It's kinda cold up here. You should put on a jacket, young lady." She cocks her head. "Then why aren't you wearing a coat, Mr. Only-One-Layer?" I inhale deeply. "I am a pilot. My body has been vigorously conditioned to be immune to the effects of high altitudes, such as temperature and air pressure. Also g-forces, but that's not relevant to the topic." She grabs onto my arm and pulls me closer to her, that barbed tail slowly rising into the air. "Oh really? My body can be conditioned to provide your every desire." She licks her lips. "And I need you to do it." I unsheathe my hunting knife and hold it close to our faces. "This knife is sharp enough to penetrate metal. Think about what it would do to your face. Actually, think about what it'll do to my face." Her eyes widen in terror, and she quickly steps back. "No! I'm the only one allowed to hurt you! And even then, it's with love!" I smirk and keep hiking. A single quill pierces through the air, embedding itself in a tree only inches from me. "You missed!" I yell back, without turning around.