Talk:Manticore/@comment-72.218.243.18-20160410130935/@comment-25808351-20160410150817

I'm shot in the leg, stunned, out of breath and the Manticore is in midair about to land on me.... what can I do, would be a better question. With that in my mind I accept my fate and choose to die with some honor. Yet, I found myself very surprised when the Manticore didn't rip me apart. Instead I open my eyes to see her fiddling with my pants. She seemed to be struggling with it.

"Damn, I hate belt buckles!" She yelled.