“Are you going to stand there gawking, or will you cut me loose?” Lara’s sharp words pierce the tension. She struggles against the unyielding chains, her gaze unwavering.
I glance at Synthea, who stands guard diligently. Out of nowhere, “Master, do you plan to add her to your boudoir?” Synthea asks matter-of-factly. If it were anyone else I'd think it was a joke but Synthea is incapable of humor... sarcasm yes, but funny ha ha, no. The mere thought of presenting a naked Lara Croft as a potential bride to my wife nearly chokes me. “What? No! Why would you even ask that? Ai would absolutely kill me!”
Lara’s disbelief is palpable. “YOU have a wife?”
“Is that so hard to believe?” I mutter, struggling with seemingly unbreakable chains that should've snapped in my fingers like dry twigs a long time ago. “What did they make these chains out of?” I begin scanning the material and it becomes obvious what the problem is... Adamantine. Yeah, that'd do it.
My concentration is broken as Synthea interrupts urgently. “Master? You may want to expedite your efforts; my sensors have detected a large number of primitives charging this way.”
Outside, the guttural cries of the approaching warriors echo through the chamber. Lara’s countenance sinks as her hope dwindles.
“Can we transport out yet?” I ask hoping for a speedier way out of this predicament.
“No, master. Interference from surrounding ore prevents a clear signal,” Synthea informs us grimly.
"Have you ever done anything like before or is this your first time? Asking for a friend." Lara’s flippant demeanor barely hides her desperation. I aim carefully and draw my sword back. “Ms. Croft, please hold very still. I don’t want to accidentally remove your hand at the wrist.”
With a quick swipe, I sever one chain and then the other. Adamantine is no match for Infinitium. I grab Lara’s bare waist, and launch a grappling line from my wrist, pulling us to safety. Synthea follows closely behind.
“My gear!” Lara cries as we ascend. “Seriously? Are you just trying to keep me naked?”
I shake my head. “Ms. Croft, if all I wanted was to see you naked, the sensors in my helmet could show me that with ease. Once we’re safe, I’ll find something to cover your girly bits. In the meantime, try to remain calm.”
This is going to be a long day indeed |