The sunlight seems to intensify, the thermometer on your phone recognizes a jump of at least twenty degrees. Coming down the next street is an enormous woman. She has long black hair, black armor which shows off her biceps and enormous chest. Two black horns poke through either side of her head, and a long wolf-like tail drags along the ground. Most people cower or flee the sight of the armored woman. Yet, you can only stare.

Her hooves clack on the pavement. She turns to you, fixing a red eye on you.

Yes? She grumbles in a deep voice that sounds like an earthquake.