Rhea'li doesn't reply immediately, watching for a bit longer. Or rather, he watches the quieter one, Dia, more closely. While Siva and her opponent (whose partner also joins in on the trash talking) continue to argue, their opponents having some unrepeatable choice words about the demon pair's performance, Dia keeps her eyes on the victory screen. But there's a growing tension in her shoulders and a lashing in her tail that doesn't leave when the next match of the set begins.

Certainly, his grasp of video games is still rather tenuous, but...

"The quiet one has said little, but her performance seems to not as strong this time."

And it's true. Their opponents, riled up, are using powerful skills that would leave them open to counter attack in a manner that previously the demon(?) pair would have been able to capitalise on.

Rhea'li's tail twitches. "Mayhap she is not quite so impervious to the harsh language of her opponents as her partner?"

If one cannot beat another in skill or power, taunts and trickery are an alternative strategy...