Tatehan eyed the girl, wondering why she was telling him her name and being this friendly. What if he wasn't friendly? What if he was some villain waiting to kill her and take that rifle she carried?
Why was she so trusting with someone she'd just met? She'd said it herself, it wasn't every day someone killed a pack of Shadow Goblins alone.
"Call me THE KNIGHT," Tatehan said, trying to sound as casual and breezy as possible.
That made the girl chuckle.
"I told you my real name, y'know. Not some nickname."
Tatehan sighed and looked her over.
She wore scavenged armor, mismatched pieces cobbled together from different sources. A chest plate that looked military-grade, shoulder guards that were clearly Martian-made, and leg guards wrapped with reinforced fabric.
Her hair was red, vivid like rust in sunlight, tied back in a practical ponytail that still managed to look wild. Dust streaked her face, and her eyes were sharp, assessing him just as much as he was assessing her.
