She huffs out her nose when he won't retaliate, when he steps back to draw her forward again, and part of her can see what he's doing in baiting her over and over, but a bigger part of her doesn't care. The faster she strikes him the closer he gets to hitting her back and actually starting a bout, right?

"Come on," she mutters, watching him keep on his toes, waiting.

A few more seconds respite — then she lunges again, the same as before. Mace back, behind her body, starting to swing forward.