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Damaged Genius
She now came to planet Zerg with high hopes. As she drove her car on the sky channels of planet Zerg, her mind drifted off towards the conversation she had with Creed on the eastern grounds.
"You haven't reached your bottleneck, but your battle sense is crumbling."
"I haven't reached my bottleneck ... oh, thank god!"
"Didn't you listen to what I said? Your battle sense is crumbling!"
"What is a battle sense! Is it bad?"
Creed sighed at her question. Her lack of knowledge wasn't surprising though. She didn't know because only experienced combatants or people with any previous fighting background knew this terminology.
"The battle sense is a membrane of consonance and unison that ex
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