"Waiting is a privilege reserved for the strong."
The knife Rita had thrown earlier was tossed back by Lightchaser.
It struck her squarely like her own returning boomerang.
"Is your divine talent word really that hard to figure out?" Lightchaser asked.
Before her student could answer, she quickly added, with rare impatience, "Give a proper answer. Don't say something disgusting."
Apparently Rita's earlier line about being "a mysterious and complicated woman" had thoroughly grossed her out.
"…!"
Rita swung her sword faster and faster. Golden lightning surged along every arc of the blade.
"That's the truth!" she snapped. "My life is so spectacular you people can't even imagine it. Of course it's hard to summarize!"
Lightchaser sighed.
"I told you not to say disgusting things."
Rita turned off Absurd Story.
Lightchaser entered five times speed again.
Their health bars began dropping in sync, both falling to just over three hundred.
