The bald woman doesn't even blink when she sees the staff, and her laughter turns even more mocking.

"And what lessons has this pathetic teacher of yours shared? Certainly not how to properly hold a staff. Grace and beauty are just as pointless, and that's just something the weak tell themselves as they dandy themselves up. But if you think I'm someone to be pitied, boy, you've got another thing coming."

She waved her hand in a mocking gesture, a martial artist's taunt. She was through with games now, and wanted to make that perfectly clear. Her lips curled into a sneer as she went on. "Give me your best shot, show me this strength you're supposedly sharing with that pathetic lump over there."