And, sadly, that left her all out of ideas. Well, useful ideas, anyway. Ripping the knocker out of the other one's head was an idea, but it wasn't useful, because that was metal and that was not going to work.

"I hate you both," Rinoa announced, flopping onto the ground with her arms folded. Because now was as good a time as any for the princess to be a brat, apparently.

She wasn't giving up. She'd think of something. She just needed a minute to sulk regroup.