[i]Should’ve known he’s a left-hander.[/i] Kire listened, reluctantly admiring the fact that he wasn’t some unthinking brute or lowlife. He was far too clever to just take what she had said at face value. More importantly, however, his words were those of someone who [i]had[/i] thought about vengeance before. She flinched, dodging the first stone he hurled at her, expecting some sort of magical attack, but it seemed to be nothing more than that. And surely he didn’t expect her to be hurt by this petty little throw. He threw again, and Kire didn’t bother dodging this time. [i]Ah. He’s just being an insufferable prick.[/i] If he wanted a dance, she’d give him a dance. 

“If things were [i]easy[/i] I wouldn’t be here, bargaining with you. I don’t know what you’ve gone through, you don’t know what I’ve gone through. You don’t know what it is I have or don’t have.” The third pebble bounced off her helmet, and she growled softly. While she could understand his gruffness at some stranger barging into his home, it didn’t make him any less annoying. She sheathed her sword, stood for a moment to appraise him, then broke into a run towards the chapel wall. The Ring shone sapphire, a rush of dragon-strength filling her veins, rushing into her muscles as she raised a fist and drove it into the wall, throwing her whole weight into the blow. 

Kire stepped a few paces back, shaking her fist a little, as the wall collapsed, taking some of the roof with it. The punch had scuffed her skin some, but the sting didn’t bother her by now. "You have all the rocks you can throw now," she called out, smirking a bit.