Ionia couldn't help but wonder what it was the Red Ranger thought he was going to do in order to stop her. Even if he struck her, he wasn't going to win unless he knocked her out, seriously maimed her, or killed her. With her armor, that seemed unlikely unless he attacked the neck up. The Power Rangers hardly seemed the type.
All she had to do to escape was teleport out and she could do that so long as she was in one piece and conscious. She really didn't care enough to stay in the battle to see what happened to the dog monster. What she had wanted was information and, if possible, a bit of destruction to amuse her. So far, she had downed the Black Ranger, watched the Green Ranger duplicate himself, and watched the Purple Ranger jump over to his fallen comrade in an unnatural manner. She had also found that the Red, Yellow, and Purple Rangers had an uncanny desire to match wits with her in banter. The information was enough to get her started in plotting Staffan's demise and it would help later in killing the rest of the Rangers. The blood and gore, if nothing else, simply made for some entertainment. Better than rereading a book.
Ionia's smirk only grew as the Red Ranger pulled out a blade. A close range battle would make for something entertaining. She turned her staff at an angle, bringing it up to block the swing and doing a sidekick with the goal of hitting the Ranger's kidney. She put all the force she could behind the two moves, wanting to gauge her strength against that of an average Ranger. It was a calculated risk on her part.