Really, Amelia's resources of knowledge were very impressive. It was even more impressive on those occasions when the blonde manufactured the knowledge herself and made it public knowledge. So many people thought gossiping and spreading rumors was an idle thing, but it really was much more difficult than it seemed, and Amelia was an expert at handling it.
But that was beyond the point at that moment. The return shove had been all the required invitation. It was standard fight etiquette, after all. Although, the typical thing was to reciprocate the same gesture again and escalate from there, but Glory hated those bitch-slap fights. She didn't tense or resist the motion of her body instead she flowed and moved. If her father ever knew what kind of use she was putting her dance training to he'd be livid with rage...or maybe not.
Glory moved forward, a sort of grasping thrust performed with one foot, and reached out to grab at the computer. Her fingers would curl around the nearest edge she could grasp and she'd jerk backwards, as if she meant to tear the PC out of the other girl's hands. At the same time, she brought up the knee of her back leg, half rising en pointe to accomplish the movement, and would aim to drive her knee into Isabella’s stomach.