Cass shrugged, too tired and in too much pain to argue. 'Whatever suits you and Plato best,' he said. 'And the pictures I can see - killing her...she's far too fast with a wand. And she can kick almost anyone's arse,' he said with a small smirk.
Seriously, he'd sparred with her on more than one occasion. It was quite often he who ended up face down on the floor.