Timmy's immediately owned

Simone moved up to the trembling Timmy. “Don‘t worry, little man. In my eyes, you look just like the rest of the men I‘ve faced. Perhaps even better endowed.”

“Really? Well, gee, thanks a OOF!” Simone slugged him in the gut.
“Just as stupid though, I see. I’ll have to play with you to make this remotely entertaining.”

“No! No, I’m too weak! Just make it over fast, okay?”
Simone kneed him in the chin, knocking him on his ass.
“Seriously! I uh… I gotta go to the bathroom!”
“Then you’ll piss yourself out of fear soon enough.”

Simone took him by the hair and lifted him off the ground, his feet and arms flailing desperately for release. “You have this to look forward to, tiny,” Simone mocked, lifting her staff.

“What do you…?”
“Guess where it’s going?”
“EEP!”