67 - Asher the Accused

I ate a mouthful of dirt, then turned around and looked up from the tall grass.

From the dust of the crash zone, a figure emerged.

"You're Cyrus, right?"

Okay, Asher, play this cool.

A woman with lime-hair who suddenly crashed on the ground like a meteor, asked you if you are who you are.

Size her up in your mind, she's a woman. That usually meant that she's physically weaker than a man, but that information was useless in a fantasy world where stats decided your power, a woman CAN just be a strong as a man, there are no inherent statistical differences.

She looked taller than me and clearly had more muscle mass than I did.

If you did, in a world like this, that must have meant that your strength and constitution skill must be high.

Also, there was the fact that she could enter into orbit, and not just burn up while hurtling through it and land, creating a crater without getting hurt.

“No," I said.

Great work Asher, now expand on it to make it feel more real.

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