[That final comment makes Emmy smile, although this time it's not in a cocky or teasing manner; if anything, it's rather warm.]
 
Mhmm. I'm rather sure I'm going to, actually. It's not that hard of a puzzle if I really think about it. You're a lot bigger than me, and you're also rather kind-hearted; that's a recipe for disaster, when it comes to your odds.
 
You see, I'm getting the distinct impression that when we start fighting, you're going to hold back quite a bit. You'll be afraid that you're going to hurt me, due to our size differences. You're also going to underestimate me - don't worry, I can't blame you for that! - and that's the sort of thing that will allow me to find an opening in your defences and have you on the ground rather quickly. I tend to do rather well when I fight against men, particularly ones who are bigger than me.
 
[Chuckling to herself, Emmy stretches her arms above her head, before bending from the hips and laying her hands on the ground. Stretching is important, after all!]
 
Therefore, if you consider all those factors, the logical answer is that I've got a far better chance of winning.
 
[Rising slowly back up, she rests her hands on her hips and continues to smile.]
 
For the first round, anyway.