CRACK! Dalla cracked her shoulder, approaching Arad, "But I have to say, you put too much power into your attacks."
"More power is always better," Arad replied, looking at his hand. "The more power you pour into an attack, the higher the damage and the more likely to kill an enemy."
"That isn't always the case," Dalla opened her palms, "The world is cruel out there. Especially at the higher end, you're either fighting someone far weaker than you or someone that can kill you with one hit."
"I certainly saw that," Arad remembered all the times that he almost got killed, "They keep popping out,"
"Everyone picks the fights they are sure to win. You're new and aren't considering that. That's why you end up pitted against them." She smiled, "You don't know when to run or when to retreat or give up."
"I know when to run," Arad glared at her.
"No, you don't. If you did, you would have run away from Grant." Dalla approached Arad. "I like that, we're alike,"
