Olga's foot comes down two tiles away, striking with such force that you fall down to one knee. The soft brown leather of her boot rises a thousand feet to her knee, but you're transfixed by the mass of hardened leather around her foot and the boot's rubber sole, itself several times taller than you.
You watch as Olga's other leg bends to take another step. She's not stopping or even slowing down in the slightest, and you begin waving your arms and jumping again to get her attention. It doesn't seem to work - her boot's heel strikes the tile before you, shaking you with all new intensity and knocking you to your back. The bottom of her boot spans wide above you, concealing you from the eyes of the mighty titaness above.
There's nothing you can do now. You raise your arms and scream out of reflex, but you know that it does no good. The tread pattern on her boots looms larger, appearing as a labyrinth as each trench molded into it gets closer. Before you know it her boot smashes you flat, turning you into a red spot divided between the floor and her sole.
At most all Olga heard was a tiny squeak, and she writes down your disappearance as an acceptable loss.
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