"Oh? Freya is battling some kind of bear-bird?" Bob held his hands in his pockets, staring at the area before him with a strange light in his eyes. A twisted smile tugged on his lips, and he turned to his shadow, "Should I help her or not? You're right… we should wait."
Freya was sent rolling into the sky, and she forced herself to halt the rotation mid-spin. Her eyes bulged, and nostrils flared the second she noticed Bob, "Boss? Why are you standing there when the monster is about to beat your most loyal worker up?"
"A good worker should not punch their boss in the face. You should be lucky I liked you enough to not fire you on the spot, Freya." Bob stared calmly, watching as the monster leapt into the air and opening its mouth wide and swiping its talons.
