The stream was running so gracefully. Smooth water rammed against sharp, sleek stone. The whole thing was rather beautiful.

Beauty was not what Felicity had in mind.

As she skidded to a stop at the small river, she noted the cool mud. It was slippery, causing Felicity to have to slow down in order to stay standing. If the fight continued here, she would have to be careful. She could imagine the faun would have much better grip on the earth than she did. Environmental advantage. Felicity turned around with a growing sense of worry. Maybe bringing the fight here was a bad idea. Tightly squeezing the hilt of her dirk with one hand, considered her options. Longer distance combat was a bad idea here. Thus, swords were off the list. As leaves from the trees blew in the wind, as the crick trickled away, Felicity put her dagger away. She could swear she heard pounding hooves in the distant grass as she unfurled her hand. She was sweating. Obviously, the combination of warm weather and stress was doing a number on her.

The pounding grew louder. She looked up.

At an alarming speed, the purple haired opponent was charging at her with a clear grin on her face. Felicity reached for an arrow, only to fumble and drop it with her sweat laced hand. Felicity hastily tossed her bow away and wiped her hands on her pants. With the sweat taken care of, she raised her hands in preparation for a grapple. If the blade was swung, Felicity could half sword and grapple it from the faun. Then again, her antlers were another decent target if she was trying to charge her like an angry mountain goat. Whatever the option, Felicity knew that she would have to be ready for the physical discomfort of up close, dirty combat. Literally. Either could land in the mud and water depending on how this went down. Oh, how perfect this was.

Felicity smirked as she read and reacted to Philomel's next move.