The convoy of Sloth soldiers was marching forward through the sea of thin mist.
There were two rather short people walking on the very front.
The ashen-haired Mika, and the rat-faced Shanks.
"Why are so many soldiers joining me to the first line? I thought that you said I was going to do the protecting, sir?"
Mika asked, glancing back at all the people trying to keep up with them.
"The first line needs reinforcements after being hit by that golden beam. You may be strong now, but don't think even for a second that you can take that attack head-on, remember what happened to bruiser 97-F. Also, you won't be able to manage to hold the whole line by yourself."
Shanks scolded her and shook his head in disappointment.
"...sorry..."
The ashen-haired girl realized that she got the excitement got to her and lowered her head in apology.
"Raa."
