[Hiyono is unfazed, her own voice cheery, yet sharp. Edged.]

Oh, I wouldn't dream of it.

[She pauses to pick up the Sage doll, giving it a soft squeeze. One of her nails digs a line into the face, giving in a nice little mark in its cheek tracing down to its chin.]

At this point, just a punch won't be satisfying enough. These dolls will need to survive until I can make good on that promise at least before I can toss them.