Bringing The Fight To The Moon

"You reek of Rushans," Yimin coldly uttered, her leg muscles pumping, further accentuating her supple hips and calves. "Are you the one who holds Yimin's Master captive?"

"Your Master?" Igor's irises flashed in confusion. However, with a sinister smirk, he said, "Ah, yes, your Master. I've been holding him captive for a very long time, inflicting as much suffering as possible on him. Why? Are you going to do something about it—"

*Fwooop—!*