"Some people forget the single ideal that the best offensive is somethings a good defense. " Phact spoke softly, a hand reaching out to place a warm, comforting touch on the young senshi's arm. "Many have fought this war even longer than I have. Some have come to believe the only thing they can do is kill. Death will do that to you."
Phact released her hold not knowing how Kastra felt by it. "I am still learning myself Kastra. I just chose to see things differently. We were all reborn her and now for a reason. Our powers are as different as we are. If we were the same, now, that would make it simple to defeat us. But we are not."
"And as for throwing a punch, I still think I'm going to break my thumb one of these days. And my MMA fighter of a cousin is ashamed of it." She chuckled.
serpentsong
