The light coming from above fluttered in a staccato-like beat. I guess my body's reacting to my rage even while unconscious?
"We both know you're well aware of your glaring lack of tactical awareness, Rouge," Flare tutted mid-sip. "Just because you can make do with your raw skill doesn't mean you should brute force every problem you come across."
I raised an eyebrow at the slander, "I don't do that to every problem, Flare. Besides, the simplest solution is sometimes the best."
"Occam's Razor, correct?" Flare shook her head. "That doesn't apply to everything and you know it."
A sigh escaped my lips at this inane debate. Looking around, the encroaching darkness all around us was more of an indication of how fvcked I was physically. I'd guess that I'll be out for a week or so. Maybe a few days if I was lucky. Well, at least I was getting a bit more durable than the last time I got wrecked this hard.
