Victoria reeled back from the strike, then spitted him with a stare. She gave him a good couple seconds, then set her rifle on the nearby table and set it down, then drew her sidearm and set it down next to it, then drew her kukri and set it down beside it.

"Alright, you piece of waste, let's get a few things straight." She opened and closed her hands twice. "One: Don't put your hands on me, spiritual or otherwise." She walked towards him. "Two, don't get self-righteous with me when you claim to be the son of Yahweh, which is such an obvious lie I don't even really need to go into it. And three, I'm not a Pagan, you imbecile. I'm Jewish. Prometheus is my father, not my God." Prometheus wouldn't take well to worship anyway."

"Oh, and four? Ice Boy's literally insane, if you were paying any attention." She ran a finger across the mark on her cheek. "So do you want to do this, boy? Do you really want to fight? Because you've got my blood up, I'm ready to go."