She was so lucky. If he really worked as much as he bothered people, then maybe he was a veritable fighting god. But she doubted that for some reason. The biggest jerks were the easiest to take down, she had found. You had to watch the quiet, polite ones. They always had claws that could rip you to shreds.
Just as she was about to dismiss him once more and continue with her workout, he said something that sent a jolt up her spine. Riley could handle a lot of things, but being dismissed because of her gender and age was not one of them. She remembered Cuchulainn, and how he had not only callously stepped on her feelings in high school but now repeatedly ignored her attempts to step in the ring with him. Whenever she was cast aside just by virtue of two things she couldn't control, and not her merit, she felt something steam inside.
"Well that's just fine," she replied with a bit of irritation in her voice. "Because you couldn't land a punch on me if you tried."