Marik shrugged at her comments. "Few people are worth the time. But come now, there is nothing wrong with a fight once and again." He removed his scythe from his belt in a non-threatening matter and examined the blade for a moment. "There is no greater to way to know a person then to see them in battle." His eyes lifted from the weapon to her. "You seemed skilled with that knife the other day I saw you, after all. Or perhaps are you rather one for peaceful correspondence?"