"Looks like the old guy is still useful." Seviss shook her sore arms, "Haven't you made enough noise? What the hell do you want?"
The female Ranger held a gun in one hand and an axe in the other, with a threatening smile on her face. Her white trench coat fluttered in the violent lava. Jago gazed at this scene, feeling as if he had traveled back a thousand years. She looked majestic and powerful; no one could stand as her enemy. He knew that as long as he put down his weapon and sincerely apologized, he could earn the Ranger's forgiveness. She was always magnanimous, rarely held grudges.
He tightened his grip on the gun in his hand.
