Kijani raised an eyebrow at the teacher, managing to look down her nose at him while still being shorter. "Please. You think I don't know what this is? Why you're teaching this class?" She met the man's eyes, unflinchingly confident. "You're sick." There was no smile on her face, and her voice dripped derision. "You get off on this. Beating up the weak, challenging people that don't have a hope of actually beating you. There's nothing in you but a sad, worthless and scared old man. You don't even have your own powers! You just have to rip off everyone else's." Her eyes narrowed and her lips twisted in a sneer.

"So what are we up to? Sick, bullying, worthless no-talent hack who takes pleasure in beating children?" Exerting her power, she ran her fingertips on the edges of her paperback. It made a sound like nails against a chalkboard. "There's a good reason they put you here-" A sharp, short laugh escaped her. "You're not good enough to actually teach!"