Just felt like drawing Prin
in a bathing suit. I suppose I should invent some sort of excuse.
How's this?..."The retreat was mostly a success. Thanks to Prin's delaying action, the rest of the squad was able to evacuate the maids. But now the master sergeant is alone, in Fremp territory. Her Scramble Gown with it's power depleated is just a fancy encumberance--she's down to her Jet Knife*.
The most illogical thing she could do right now is attack. And against robots, you always go with the illogical choice."
Just a thought. *Jet Knife: AMAZON standard plasma cutter. Envisioned here by Korblborp.