She sits on a box and watches her.

Trisha hops to a stand and glances around for Zaire, legs already bent a bit at the knee's and she seemed to have her joints relaxed.

He glares up at her.

Her smokey gray eyes are now more a stormy color and pupils...similar to slits. She simply watches for his first move to avoid her in any way or attack on his own, swaying faintly and watching very very closely.

He lunges at her.

She smiles and slips one leg behind her self, but doesn't move out of the way but rather turns and lets him barely brush past. She goes straight for his back. She isn't going to actually try to hurt him for sure, but she did keep her eyes trained on his spine as she comes up from behind, using her size like a lumbering shadow.

He attacks again.

She simply grabs one arm with a calm expression and yanks it behind his back, but instead of ramming his face to the wall she yanks him against her, one leg coming around and yanking his knee the wrong way only so hard so that it hurt but didn't snap. As she did this the pencil was held like her dagger would be to his throat, right over one of the main blood vessels that ran up the neck. Her thumb from her hand that held his wrist and arm behind his back was pressing to the veins there and blocking the flow. But also pressed to certain nerves to where it would cause his arm to feel paralyzed as she kept it behind him.

For a moment, Rhia just sits there, shocked. Then she stands up and starts clapping, giving Trisha a big grin.

That triggered a bit of Trisha's ego. She smirks and lets Zaire go, well she kept his arm in a paralyzed state to be safe. "What, you liked what you saw~?"