"Cooped up in your little precious cage, you had no ambition or interest to get out and gain some real combat experience. You only fought among yourselves, ingraining the bad habits I prepared for you into every drill and exercise you came up with.
"Whenever one of your so-called warriors left the Fringe to train, they would kill weaker enemies but get killed by skilled ones, ensuring that no one would realize my deception.
"As I said, you Rezars are conceited idiots who are happy to feed off the very hand you bleed." Dawn smirked from start to finish.
"Good gods!" Friya hadn't planned to cut in, but she couldn't stop herself. "Lith's rule number three, never mess up with the person who prepares your meals."
"That's a smart rule." Dawn nodded. "Long story short, heat rays are for close-quarter combat only. Unless you're fighting a bunch of morons or targeting a building, off course.
