"Yo." Grey spun a hammer in one hand and pointed the head of the other at Monai's. "I didn't know they made your kind with tits. And here I thought you just made little rock monsters by banging hard enough and picking up the pebbles."
Monai's eyes flashed with fury, but she almost instantly forced herself to calm down.
As quickly as she reacted, though, Grey still saw it and the grin on his face became sly.
"No need to get so angry. Where would that get you? Tell me, though, I'm curious. Back on Earth, our women brag about how wet and tight they are.
"What do your women say? 'Oo, baby, I'm as rough as sandpaper just for you. Oo, daddy, fuck me just like that, I'm about to erode'?"
Something inside of Monai snapped and her fury blazed in her eyes.
"Oop, I think I struck a nerve."
Monai roared, a pair of black great swords appearing in her hands. She alone stood at over three meters tall, and each of the swords was at least that long.
