His own damn cards used against him...this was a new one. And given that he didn't exactly have the ability to conjure up a psionic blade himself, he wasn't able to play that game himself - which he would have loved to have done just for the sheer showmanship of it. After all, that's exactly what she was going for now, wasn't it? He could see the glee in her eyes as she mocked him with his own modus operandi, and yet, rather than get annoyed, he found himself oddly...turned on? Hell, there was no denying it - in her fighting stance, with his cards fanned out before her, beckoning him to come at her, the girl was damn sexy.
Still, there would be time for later. For now, he figured he'd take her up on her offer to retrieve what was his. But he was not foolish enough to simply rush at her. Instead, he crouched down into a three-point stance, as if ready to rush her. He flashed her his best seductive smile, hoping it would distract her from looking at his hand, which was currently sifting through the grass, looking for something. And there it was...a simple pebble. But that was all he needed.
"Don't forget, little girl, just because you have de bettah hand, don't mean I'm outta de game." With that, he charged the pebble up (just a tiny charge, nothing dangerous) and flicked it with pinpoint accuracy at her hand - the same one holding his deck of cards.