Whatever her initial thoughts, Philomel had to admit this girl could fight. And somehow she was keeping up with the Matriarch's steady blows, meeting them with force and aggravation.

Philomel had speed and strength on her side - the red head had determination. Both were experts in their own fields of swordswomanship. The dance they made upon that vast field was one to be inspired by, for the generations of fighters for years to come to watch in awe and hold as an example of the finest footwork, blade-work and artistry. Although, for both the faun and the human this was a battle for releasing tension. For ridding their bodies of unnecessary energy, of the worst of the anger and frustration from the war that had raged outside - and what people were calling the end of the world.

Indeed, Philomel could have gone faster. She could have been a blur of motion that the girl was hardly able to see, but this fight was not about easy winning. It was about the sound of metal on metal, the grinding of foot and hoof in the dirt. It was about disturbing the natural peace around them that was the antithesis to all their rage. Birds chirped in alarm as they fought, and flew hurriedly away on spurned wing. Blossom and grass seed was swept into the air as the accidental fatality to a blade-stroke. Peace and bliss was not supposed to be a part of their existence currently, and that was why they sought to destroy it.

Suddenly, the red-head struck out suddenly with a kick out to the Matriarch's left hoof. A daring escapade, that was the third of a set of furious blows that Philomel had blocked with skill and precision. Yet the third low-blow was deliberately thus. Low. Base. Devious. A gash, a graze, that was all it was to her hoof, but it caused enough upset for the faun to falter.

For a moment, and Felicity's blade slipped through Philomel's defences. A stern line of red appeared on the faun's cheek.

Hissing, the Matriarch slammed her sword Nameless against Felicity, using the strength of her bones and muscle to shove her backwards. At the same time the faun reared, thumping down her right (good) hoof on the ground. What it did was cause enough energy for Philomel to leap backwards, clearing the distance between her and the red-head for all the insanity that this had so far caused. And for good measure she sent a small, magical shockwave into the earth - not enough to break bone and tree, but enough to hopefully cause Felicity to become unbalanced in her own way.

Giving enough time for the faun to leap away. To clear around ten foot of space and curse the very day she first set eyes on burning hair.

"Enough for now," she growled. "What else can you do?"