She decided to call it, for the sake of her self-esteem, observation.
Currently the (h/c) woman was peering around the corner of a large complex. Her eyes stayed focused on the blonde cyborg as he went about his daily errands which consisted of picking up the dry cleaning and filling two bags of groceries.
[Name] stifled a laugh at the image of the intimidating cyborg carrying groceries. It was quite contrasting from Genos's outwardly image of frightening black sclera and large robotic arms.
After [Name]'s first failure of an attempt at proving herself to Genos, she realized she knew nothing of what would impress him. After all, she concluded, he was an S-Class so fighting monsters in front of the blonde would not seem exciting to him.
So, she decided to trail him and figure out more about him. However, she was disappointed to see him only running errands that were most likely for Saitama. She had expected him to, well, do something exciting. She bit her lip, watching Genos walk out of an appliance store carrying what looked like to be a microwave. Before she could think about why would he need a microwave, a sudden turn of his head in her direction caused her to flinch back. Did he see me? The reason was soon explained when the screeching of a monster alert filled the air, speaking of a demon level monster. At once, the busy street was filled with screams as citizens dropped their bags and ran for shelter. [Name] noticed a pattern of people running away from the direction she was in. A familiar sinking feeling appeared in her chest as she scanned the area in front of her for any noticeable monsters. She gritted her teeth as her vision was blocked by the mob of people rushing by her. She shrank back against the wall to avoid being stepped on. In a flash, Genos was beside her, his belonging gone.
Ignoring her surprise at his sudden appearance, he glanced around as the clump of panicking civilians began to thin. "I can sense it, yet I can't see it" he told her. His gaze drifted to the ground, tapping his foot against the sidewalk once. "It must be underground." He finally turned to her, "You should go. It's not safe." [Name] usually would have objected but instead numbly nodded. After being utterly defeated by the Sea King, she decided demon level monsters were far out of her league. She could barely handle a tiger, and only weak ones. She retreated a few steps, pausing and wishing him good luck, before she began to follow where everyone had already evacuated. After a few moments the ground began to shake, confirming Genos's suspicions. She hoped it would surface away from her, but with her outstanding luck, the ground began to crumble under her feet. [Name] uttered a string of colorful curses and jumped forward, trying to get out of the way before the monster uprooted. But as her arms outstretched to break her fall, she felt a claw rip threw her pants and into her leg. She painfully skidded across the sidewalk before propping herself up and looking down at her right leg. Instead, she was met with a bloody stump that ended at her knee. Her left leg had a long claw mark down the inner section where the monster's claws had skimmed her. That'll take at least an hour to heal she thought ruefully. She put her hands on the stump to attempt to stop the bleeding, helping her not faint from blood loss. Making sure nothing else was missing, she glanced upwards at the monster hovering above her. A creature with a strong mole resemblance grinned down at her. Well, it was grinning down at her until it was engulfed in fire. Genos landed at her side, arm still spurting fire at the mole. "Are you okay?"
[Name] was pretty sure having her leg sliced off wasn't okay, but knowing it would heal, she nodded.
Feeling reassured that Genos had the situation under control, she used a wall to prop herself up and began to hop towards the evacuation center, hoping that nothing would cut off her other leg on her way there. Genos stared at her confused on why she wasn't panicking. Maybe she was also a cyborg? He decided that was the only plausible answer. He would have to ask about it later.
But nonetheless, he turned his attention back to the now crisp mole as [Name] made her way down the sidewalk, uttering a string of "Ow."s.
/I know, this chapter sucks. Don't hurt me D: