"I don't suppose you have any better ideas, do you?" Rafal snapped at you, his red eyes gazing at you with a less than amused expression — To say the two of you got along would be a lie. The chances of you two ever agreeing on something was slim to none. You were too different, you had heard Alear say that you didn't like each other for that very reason.

And here you two were, arguing in the middle of the battle field over how to secure the least amount of casualties possible.