"Like hell I'll pay!!", Jink said indignantly.
"What do you think you're going to do? You can't escape, I already have you trapped in my lovely dungeon," Charsa said as sweet as poison while pointing to the mold- and slime-covered walls with the occasional spatter of faded blood.
"True", Jink said, "but there's something about me that you don't know."
"Oh, and what would that be?", she said with a smile.
"For starters, I can probably kick your ass, then I can shapeshift to escape, if I'm injured while fighting I can heal myself, and as you just told me if I am truly trapped I can always just stretch my mind to somebody that can help me."
"Now listen to my list- I doubt you could hurt me, if you shapeshift I'll shoot you with a tranquilizer gun filled with enough sedatives to make a thousand ogres pass out, you wouldn't find the time to heal yourself because of the profound beating you'd get from me, and your mind can't stretch if you're always unconscious."
"I guess we'll just have to fight it out then."
"I guess so."
"Let the bloodshed begin, you'll be a pulp in a matter of minutes."
"Put your punch behind your words and we'll see, little sister."
To be concluded...
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