Oh, did he- oh no, he did not!

That middle finger was both immature (yes, even for her) and offensive. The crude usage of foul body language heavily contradicted her moral code of compassion and light. He just used it on her too! Her cheeks grew redder than the cold already had. A growl was emitted from the bowels of her throat. Her feet shifted, she heavily slammed her foot into the soft snow. As the snow rather dramatically was flung up, probably going even further than she kicked it to avoid her rage, Felicity pulled her sword up into the High Guard.

"Alright, you little gremlin!"

Returning her shield to her front, the hothead squeezed her armaments' handles as she stalked towards the trees. She forgot to be light on her feet. Severely annoyed that Fenn was not giving her a fair fight, her footsteps were boisterous and dug into the ground. Her footprints were so dug into the ground that the dirt of the cool earth was made visible.

As she approached the trees, all caution dropped in her reckless nature, she did not realize that this little troll was just about ready for her.

A large branch promptly fell from the tree she was under, hitting her right on the noggin!

A loud 'ow' was shouted as she lost balance. All the white snow started to seem to bounce everywhere. Vision blurred, the amount of trees in the forest suddenly multiplied by ten. Dropping her stance as she briefly went dizzy, the girl spread her feet apart to maintain balance. Durable and hard to kill, it took only several moments for her to recover, shake the stars out of her head, and slip back into a normal stance.

As pain mildly remained on the top of her skull, she closed her eyes and politely cleared her throat.

"I'M GOING TO TURN YOU INTO A PUPPET! YOU HEAR ME!?! A puppet!!!"