It's likely. But then, mocking was like breathing to her. It spilled out, half to destroy others, and half to ensure that she herself felt above them. A painful, hurtful cycle and all part of making sure she herself wasn't made weak. Connections did that after all. She was more the aware of that, and yet her treacherous heart wouldn't stop aching at what it had lost.

She's slightly disappointed that it didn't hit him hard, but most importantly, it's a sign for her to move. She skips back, quick on her feet and dodges his fist by centimetres before moving to slam her own into his face, free hand drawing a long knife, and Mindfang laughing loudly as she keeps moving whether or not her fist connected.

"Darling, did you really think I was going to let you get away with that? Using my own arm against me? Such a cowards way! Though I suppose that suits you quite a lot doesn't it?"