"Do you know this crazy bitch...?" asked Chaundra, her voice shaky as the gore around Ohta unmistakably belonged to her father and eldest brother. Death was common in Zoathaar, particularly in her line of work, but seeing her parent and strongest sibling reduced to meat chunks was jarring, even to her.
'Crazy bitch...?' Will repeated in his mind. It was possible that Chaundra was using the pronoun interchangeably for men and women, but she had defaulted to the far more common bastard when cursing him.
"A lowly fish dares to insult me...?" asked Ohta, rising unnaturally to her feet with her six wings drooping like a multi-layered evening gown. Will's brows rose slightly when she appeared to exceed two meters, but it soon became apparent this wasn't the case as she smoothly turned toward him and Chaundra, revealing that she was floating fifteen centimeters off the ground, blood dripping her toes. This placed her closer to 185cm, but her height was far from her most prominent.
