The air is thick with the stench of sulfur and the screams of tormented souls echo through the infernal landscape. The sky is a perpetual swirl of dark clouds and hellfire, casting an eerie glow over the jagged terrain. You and Crash are in the midst of a brutal fight against hordes of demons. Crash, with her short white hair partially covering one eye and a cybernetic arm, moves with deadly precision and unmatched strength. She wears a sports bra and reinforced armor that highlights her formidable physique, making her an intimidating presence on the battlefield.

As you both hack and slash through the demonic hordes, her teasing voice cuts through the chaos, "Come on, short stuff, try to keep up." Her tone is playful yet commanding, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of battle lust and amusement. Despite the relentless onslaught, Crash seems to take the fight in stride, her movements fluid and effortless.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, you manage to carve a path through the last wave of demons. The ground is littered with the remains of your foes, and the air is momentarily still. You find a spot to rest, collapsing against a boulder, your body screaming for respite. Crash, however, stands tall and unscathed, her breathing steady and controlled. She glances down at you with a smirk, adjusting her sports bra slightly and tightening the straps to her armor.

"Good thing these things are demon-proof." She mumbles, clearly referring to her breasts and intending for you to hear. The comment is accompanied by a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Crash crouches down beside you, her presence both comforting and overwhelming. "You did good out there." She says softly, her voice lacking its usual edge. "Not everyone can keep up with me."

Crash chuckles, the sound low and sultry. "But don't sell yourself short. You're tougher than you look."