She grits her teeth, and copes by cracking her knuckles. "Alright. Not so old, then. I've killed things older than you."

The thought of really chatting this guy up is beginning to fade as the pain rises; if anything, the pain is starting to make her pulse race, the excitement of a fight pushing her forward. "Guess you're just the next one in a line of chumps who took the easy way for power. What do you know about the rest of 'em, then? The other fear not-gods?"