She, on the other hand, looks equal parts angered and amused by this. It's an interesting mix of expressions, to be sure. "So we're not the only ones? That's great!" Though it isn't, really. "No one's fought her before? You say she's powerful, but if she isn't facing us then she's just a coward, enjoying her sense of security."

Parsee stands, one hand crossed to grip the elbow of the other arm, fingernails pressing into bare skin. "That's not power. That's cowardice. Lucky her..." There is a flicker of light in those green pools of hers but, luckily, she is not directing those at the taller girl.