Me!? Arrrrrrrghhhhhh! This boy was GOING DOWN!
Miranda merely glared at thim, her lips pursed. She focused, trying to come up with something to say. "Have you looked in the mirror lately?" She asked cocking an eyebrow. "If someone looks like a fish, it's you. Actually, there are probably fishes out there with a bad perm - just like yours!" At this lame comeback, Miranda flashed the boy a happy smile, but dropped it not long after.

Sheesh, this giant was...GIANT! Miranda kept his gaze, though it was sort of making her neck stiff with having to look up like this. Somehow she let him move her hand away, probably because if she jinxed him here and now, there would be no duel because the twitchy boy would be singed, on the ground. But his next comment made her ball up her fists. Maybe she could make some of the boxing things Masterson taugh her come in handy. (Hehe, handy, geddit?) He. was. too. close. Yeah, she had indeed closed the gap between them first...but still. Ahem. She brought her hands up and pushed him back by the shoulders so he wouldn't be so close. Miranda wasn't backing off, no way. "That...was just a preview." She smiled sweetly and gave him a wink.