The Wizard could make Haizea's brass knuckles vanish if she wanted to really mess with her, but she's not one to kick someone while they're down. She knows she has the upper hand here with what she knows.

"Not that one either." She answers, turning back to Haizea as the smirk returns to her face.

"Though that one will be back, later." She adds, cryptically. Presumably meaning next year.