She whipped her head around and glared at him. "<span style="color: #BF0000">If you really wanted to ravage me, you'd have already done it. Your mind games won't work on me. You want a go at me, then face me like a man.</span>" She said looking at him and crossing her arms. She didn't need her weapons to fight. She'd studied in secret learning as many fighting styles as she could. But something told her that she couldn't win against him just yet. He was a psychological warfare man. Using psychological tactics to gain the upper hand...<br/><br/>She huffed and shifted her weight to the other leg, "<span style="color: #BF0000">How am I even useful to you? Just because you have me, doesn't mean anything. You're breaking the treaty for what? He didn't commercialize your goods enough? Taxing you too much for your import? What has he ever done to you to deserve this kind of tyrannous act against our kingdom?</span>" She demanded.<br/><br/>As far as she knew, there had been a peaceful alliance between the Hulane and the Daithian races. Trade was exponentially greater, supply and demand were met perfectly and there seemed to be a civil demeanor between each of them in exchanges. She didn't understand why he hated them. Nor how she could be of any good use to aid in his falling of Simmin.