[The Ninja stares at her for a moment, expression somewhere between surprised and mildly amused. Well, it looks like someone has a flair for the dramatic- and that's something he can always appreciate, even when it's coming from his opponent. And said opponent is apparently a high school girl.

He drops down from the bar and approaches her, leaving a few metres between them like they're dueling with revolvers rather than tag. Unless "St Hebereke" is a school for future assassins, his confidence in winning remains unshaken.]

You certainly know how to make an entrance, don't you? But I'm not planning on losing to a teenager. [claps hands together] The rules are simple- you have half an hour to catch me and you can use whatever means you want. Loser is at the winner's beck and call for a week.