Stare. ctsv considers this statement. Then he finally puts his swords away, straps them back into his belt.

"All right," he says, slowly. "What do you suggest, then?"

He had figured that he was already going about it that way. He'd been counting on his speed as his main advantage -- hoped that he'd be fast enough to dodge anything that might crush him, fast enough seek out and strike at vulnerable spots before his opponents could try to stomp on his head. But that hadn't worked out so well with Toph.