"Conscience? Wow, the mighty Megacaster actually owns something that rare?" Blank teased, eyes narrowing in disbelief.
"Ahem… occasionally," Orson coughed awkwardly, hiding his embarrassment behind the skull mask.
"Blank and the Triple Crown winner?! That's outrageous! My goddess… defiled!"
"Orgod, you bastard! How dare you lay hands on Blank?! I swear I'll kill you—somebody help me up!"
Slaughter Spree, reduced to nothing but a talking head, had seen red. Watching Blank fall into "the clutches of evil," he howled nonstop in guild chat.
But all Orson heard was:
"Woof woof woof woof~~~~"
"Awoo!! Glory to Orgod!!"
"Orson makes his move and instantly wins over Slaughter's top assassin! That's the weight of a Triple Crown winner!"
"Rejoice, and bow down before our guild master's jeans!"
Overhead, five Titan Mech pilots led by Wild Gale swooped into the battlefield, howling their signature Godslayer wolf-cry.
"Out of the way!"
