Flint and the girl, whose name he didn't even know, were heading back.
"Are you… not hurt at all?" The girl managed.
"I'm hurt that you think me to be inhuman."
"But you are…" She cursed under her breath. "Anyway- you were going to give me one tail for one antidote and we'll split the shares 30-70, right?"
There was a lot of distance to cover.
Monsters roaming about.
And carrying about five or so tails and one big one around with almost liquid skin, did prove to be quite a handful. So technically, he was defenseless.
At least on the surface.
"Fifty-fifty-"
"But-"
"You want me to change my mind again?"
"No…" She walked by his side. "You spoke about fighting for the world or something?"
"Oh yeah, that. I'm recruiting strong members to fight some real bad guys."
Flint had seen the girl in action.
She was a knife caster.
