Well, that was certainly enough. Examining the back of her hand and making sure he nails were up to snuff, she reared her arm back and brought it across the taller girl's face, leaving three shallow scratch marks. "What would you do about it? Run home? Cry to mommy? Oh... wait." All sweetness that might have been in her smile had disappeared, and it was really more of a sneer than a smile.
"Son of a bitch? Can you do no better? I'm angry that you would even assume that we're anything of the male sort." She lifted her foot, unthreatening in it's pale yellow ballet flat, reared back, a planted a firm kick, much harder than one would think Amelia could muster, right into the back of Izzy's knee.