"Please, I wouldn't touch you with a ten-foot pole." Stephanie countered easily. She continued cracking the whip in his direction, circling around, stomping the ground, hard each time. She had to make sure to keep up her energy levels. She whirled the whip around her and instead of simply cracking it, the whip became a broader wave of energy, not quite as intense as the pinwheel, but harder to dodge.

Keep it controlled. No flashy moves. Quick strikes, at range. Stephanie thought to herself as she took up a difference stance, firing blades of pyroplasm from two outstretched fingers at a rapid pace. Doing fancy moves, she risked exhausting herself. This, on the other hand, she could continue for a long time.