"I am not a grouch. I trust when it's reasonable."

The protest came with a halfhearted glare as Dana took up a position opposite her, and Victoria resumed her assault upon the bag. Not nearly so hard, focusing more on speed than force, but she could still see the teacher regarding the previous bag with consternation. It was just out of the corner of her eyes, but she watched him push experimentally on it and listen to the creaking with a growing frown. The sort of frown that spoke of memos and emails to be exchanged later about poor maintenance, confused replies, and eventually a repaired punching bag. That would probably be the end of it.

With any luck, at least. She didn't really want to have to pay to fix it.

She didn't really agree with Dana's weirdness test, but nothing was going to dissuade her. The girl thrived on fights and competition. The prospects this Slayer represented [i]excited[/i] her, probably to no end. The bag rocked a little harder. The teacher was moving off, so she didn't mind hitting a little harder again. She paused for a moment, though, when she saw Dana start to climb up in. Eyebrow raising the whole time she observed the Japanese girl climb and situate herself atop the bag, the effect clear when a test punch barely moved it.

Her eyebrows arched a few degrees more, and she concluded that this was a challenge. Her next few punches were a little harder, but still didn't move the bag much. It swayed to and fro a tad, but not nearly as much as she wanted. So she drew in a deep breath, settled her stance, and cut loose. The first punch sent it swaying away, the second further, and the third further still. It only took a few blows to settle into the pattern, trying to see if she could shake her friend off. Much like a rodeo bull.

The mention of having lunch with the Slayer made her eyes narrow yet again, and glare upwards.

"Yes, that is the word. When did you decide on [i]this[/i] plan?"