Metal Deep: Infinite - Damsels in Distress: Episode 1 Read Online Free PDF Page B

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    I didn’t have to be told, despite a mysterious electronic voice from on high ordering me to, “Get dressed.” I dug through the bag and found some black running shorts and a red T-shirt which I wasted no time putting on. It wasn’t exactly weather appropriate, but I was happy to have anything at that point.
     
    The mind is an incredible tool. I don’t know if it’s because I was in some kind of survival mode, or if because all those stupid stories, which may not have been as stupid as I originally thought, had in some way prepared me for the strange and outlandish, but as I stood barefoot in the snow, barely feeling the cold, I hardly batted an eye when before me, from the sky, appeared a woman wearing white and silver armor. She just dropped in from a perch up in the branches of those enormous evergreens that towered over us.

    When I say armor, I don’t mean that bulky stuff you see in the history books of plate covered chainmail where the wearer looked more like a struggling-to-move robot as opposed to the nimble warrior before me. She wore a black underlay like a wetsuit, only it was scaled, and it protected the vital joints not covered by an elegant metallic shell of pearl marked with intricate silver patterns. Though her face was hidden, it was definitely a “her,” because the armor maker was kind enough to allow ample room along the bust, and her pelvic area was covered by the plated pearl. It was fashioned to look more like a woman’s bikini bottom. Thigh coverings met just under it, and the shingled abdominal-extension locked in above it keeping her protected while making the look seem like an almost seamless single unit while still allowing for impressive movement and agility. When you’re a guy as practiced at observing and appreciating the fairer sex as I, you notice the little things like that.
     
    She wore a dual crossed scabbard on her back that was built seamlessly into her armor. The hilts of her swords curved outward at the bottom. I wanted to see her pull them. By the way the handles and the blades curved, she would have to bear them with the blades flowing up the length of her arm, as opposed to the more traditional grip one normally would use with a sword. Very cool.

    The helmet was round taking an upside down tear shape. It had a few hard angles at the top which gave the “face” and “head” portions their proper dimensions. The face was a perfect mirror plate that slid down from the crown of the head. Nothing like being distracted by your own reflection as you parried away with a fighter, whose armor was made to reveal her smoking hot form. I don’t mean to be chauvinistic, but if it’s a spade, call it a spade. Distraction was a tactic as good as any other. The second I laid eyes on her, despite the fact that I had yet to see her face, I was tingling in all the right places. If I had to fight her, I would lose.
     
    There was yet another stare off for me. I was starting to feel like the Wyatt Earp of eye contact, as she studied me from the anonymous safety hidden away behind the mirrored face plate of that fantastic armor. I was okay with losing this one. “You saved me.” I said matter-of-factly.

    “I did.” She replied. Her helmet translated her voice into a synthesized creation. There was a twinge to her voice that made it sound non-American. Of course, my first instinct was to assume Australian, but considering what was happening around me, I made concession that she could have been from Mars for all I knew.
     
    I don’t know why, but as a guy, the instinct to flirt comes at any and all times, no matter how inappropriate the situation might make it. “Well that makes you my knight in shining armor then, doesn’t it?” I tried my best sexy wink. She laughed, but I don’t think it was with me, so much as at me.

    “And I guess that makes you the damsel in distress?”

    Oh so she’s a funny girl.

    I ignored her so I could keep working my mojo, “Would it