Isana shook her head, unhooking her thumbs from her pockets, "Sour grapes it seems. It seems like you're not one with the gift of the gab." Her hands raised up before her, one hand extended forward, bent at the elbow, slightly raised to protect herself from a direct head strike. The other hand hovered on the inside of the elbow of the first arm. This would defend her centreline and allow her to deflect any oncoming attack with relative ease.<br/><br/>"It will not put you at a disadvantage, Nakahiro. My strategy involves you running to me and tripping so that I get to stomp on your head. It will be very gentlemanly of you to strike first." She waited patiently, waiting for the perfect moment to land a strike. "You could bow, be all classy. I doubt sad violin music will play in the background once I concuss you and you collapse like a sack of potatoes though." She laughed.<br/><br/>She paused before continuing to run her mouth, moving her hands lower as though she was relaxing, her body shifting slightly to distribute her weight evenly. "It would be gentlemanly to bow and you did say you have no qualms being at a disadvantage. So..." She trailed off and let his head do the rest of the thinking.