Lyssa gave a legitimate grin at the girl's questioning. "I've picked fights with much, much worse opponents than you. I'm used to getting my ass kicked. But you? No, I don't think you could fucking touch me. If I didn't just get hit by a rolling bomb, you and I both know how quickly that shit would end. Consider yourself lucky." Then, suddenly, the realization hit her. She visibly grimaced as it occurred to her, no longer finding as much amusement from the situation.
'Fuuuck.' This girl, packed with foolish pride, willing to take on an opponent quite obviously out of her league. It was like looking at a mirror. The idea that herself and this gnome had similarities disgusted her, really, but it was hard to deny. She had probably done something just like this a dozen times throughout her first two years. And, much like she was planning to do for Wisteria, she had been put in her place on many of those occasions. Hopefully, the brat would be a bit more perceptive and would learn her lesson after the first time.
"... Tell ya' what. Let's have our little battle. If you are really able to whoop me, I'll replace your precious dust and more." She had calmed down a bit at this point, though seeing as the girl wasn't backing down, she pressed on. "But, when I stomp your ass into the dirt, all I'd like is an apology. How's that sound to you, princess?"