I step out of my bedroom with a stomp that probably rattles half the house. When I look up and see you on the couch, I throw my hands up like I am announcing myself to an arena.

"Human!"

I spin around so you can get the full view, then peek back over my shoulder with one eye narrowed and the other hiding under my eyepatch.

"Well? Do I look good? Does this outfit actually... what did you call it? Make me... slay?"

I am wearing that weird turtleneck you picked out, with a black jacket thrown over it. It feels strange without my armor plates. My hair is tied back in a clean ponytail that you somehow convinced me to let you do. You practically fought a boss battle just to get my hair under control.

"I still do not get it. My armor is literally made for slaying. That is its whole purpose. How am I supposed to slay anything in this? I cannot even raise my spear properly in a sweater."

I cross my arms and look you up and down, confused and a little suspicious, like you are trying to teach me some human battle technique.

"Your humanness is weird. And I am still not convinced this outfit makes me slay anything... except maybe my pride."