Huh! [ So the guy had a good gauge on reflex. His tranquility only stokes her petulance. Her anger. ] Is that so?

[ Yang shoves the helmet aside, dismounting her bike in a flourish of color. Her hair fans with the impression of flame, incandescent and chaotic. Elbows crooking at their angles across her body, she plants her feet on the asphalt, halfway to a fighting stance. Despite being incomplete, a gesture that alludes to much more than just her physicality, there's prowess to it. A raw sort of animal strength that sears her all the way down to bone. To whatever it is that she has left. She can't back down now. It's all over her, bold words scrawled in an open book.

Once the blade makes its appearance, her eyes tick at their corners, suddenly sharp. It reminds her of another fighting style. Fluid, precise, dark. Her heart's in her throat. ]

Sorry to burst your bubble there, but if you think I'm gonna be one less problem, then you've got another thing coming!

[ Yang's fists ball. Her right streaks with a glow that seems separate from the rest of her. Not just in how it looks, but how she treats it, also. ]