Well, that was certainly convenient. Greystoke did two things that made Jean's job a lot easier. First of all, he bothered to respond to her. Instead of the whole, instantly replying to her with an attack. Secondly, he asked a question that she generally has to bait out. Saves her the effort of actually carrying on a respectable conversation. She's terrible with people, but you can't quite blame her for that."Well, yes. I am here to kill you, but so is everyone in the Arena. " There was absolutely no distance between them, each was within arm's reach of the other. Just the way Jean liked it.

Before anymore conversing took place, Jean had already achieved her end goal of conversation. Getting close enough to her opponent to strike first without fear of retalliation. Jean's face turned from complacent and relatively emotionless to pure wicked intent. Her right arm shifted, her left arm twisted upwards. The but of the staff tilted upwards into her right hand. Leaning to her right, she shifted all of her weight into one collosal swing of the staff. Its length, weight, and speed at this distance would almost guarantee a hit on a close proximity target. The Extreme aimed the massive rod at his hips, just below his stomach. Aiming to cripple him and finish him with one blow, the intent of this strike was to break his pelvis and rupture his intestines.