[Her back is a little sore from that shove, but she's still nowhere near backing down.]

Idiot, my fists are my weapon. People who feel the need to use anything more are just cowards who don't know how to use the God-given weapons already equiped.

[She can use weapons, but their not her style. There's just nothing as satisfying as her fist colliding with someone. Weapons are messy and get in the way of the real thrill.]

So how about you stop whining like a brat and do this right. Don't go dissapointing me now.

[She lunges at him, turning her body so that she can plow into him, using her elbow like a battering ram against his chest.]