Quinlan didn't reply.
Because he knew perfectly well that she was right.
He hadn't addressed her second point on purpose because there was nothing to address. She wasn't lying, wasn't exaggerating, wasn't being modest or insecure.
She simply wasn't built for long-range.
Her power, her talent, her combat instincts… they shone brightest when her blade was carving into flesh up close. Like Iris. Both ladies were more than swordswomen, but needed one to be at their best.
Kitsara, having overheard their conversation and wanting to be more useful than a damsel in distress, moved.
But the moment the foxkin sprinted, darting for the edge of the suppression field, the halberd shifted.
Sareth's foot slammed down.