[She draws back, holding her next blow for now, but clearly ready to land another one. She's no formally trained boxer and is so much more of a competent fighter with a blade in her hand, so her stance would be rather comical if it weren't for the venom in her eyes.] I expected more of you. Can you not think on your feet?
Would you prefer to discuss how awful you are and how much you've hurt Hiling over a cup of tea, instead?