James looked down at the girl. She had Spirit, but she was overconfident. Determination, but no sense of self-preservation. The preparation to give one's life is the loss of the instinct of self-preservation, which is necessary to stay alive. "Very well." Quite calmly, James twisted her arm, forcing her to drop the chopsticks, before moving back, and holding his hands behind his back. "Miss, you hold those chopsticks as a weapon. Hold them in that stance again, only if you wish to end either my or your own life prematurely. Do you understand me?"