A sound exhale echoed over sharp black rocks. Iolanthe's focus steadied on the warrior before her, who barred her path to the mountain's peak. Her wish was granted, the opponent both honourable, and worthy to be her adversary. The look on his face was easily recognized, it was one among three she most commonly witnessed on the battlefield. Often enough, her gender deterred many an enemy, either they doubted her skillset, or simply disdained the idea of killing a woman; it was too common an issue for Iolanthe to pity. Iolanthe assumed her opponent would not make the first move, many men did not, against the auburn haired beauty, she'd have to break the meta.

"Here I come, Sigurd Stoneheart!" Iolanthe yelled, before ending the idle state her legs were in.

A slow and steady pace, one foot after the other, Iolanthe paced around the two stalagmites in her way, and diagonally positioned herself at a vantage point towards Sigurd's left side. She wanted her back to the wall, in case she finally found an opponent who could break her stance, falling down the mountain's side seemed too unpleasant. Alike the dance of a wolf, Iolanthe circled in and closed the gap slowly, whilst never taking her eye off the northerner. At all times she kept Hyperion aimed directly at her enemy's heart, whilst her arm kept tucked close to her waist. She approached at a suspenseful pace, any onlookers might wonder when one of the two fighters might burst forth with violent energy. Iolanthe's pacing stopped when she was only eight feet away from her enemy, and she'd exhale once, whilst glaring in to his eyes. What kind of ideas was he thinking? What part of her body was he focusing on? How much would he rely on instinct? All valuable questions she'd need answered right now. He had many different steel weapons at his disposal, so Iolanthe pulled her shield hand closer to the gladius at the left side of her hip and gripped the pommel tight, this action would be hidden from sight due to the bulky size of her gilded hoplon shield.

The blinding glare of her fiery spear would make it difficult to track with the naked eye, and Iolanthe abused this advantage more often then not when the sun shone brightly. With one final step forward, she'd eliminate the gap between Hyperion and her enemy, by making a powerful stab at Sigurd's chest. She leaned her right side in with the attack, empowering it and making full use of the spear's five foot blade, which was more than enough to pierce right through leather. Although she motioned a full all-in, her strength was half feigned, she had full control over her weapon's movement, and was instinctively expecting her opponent to deflect it and close in. She wanted to avoid having her weapon maneuvered around so easily, and so her first attack would be a means of testing her opponent's reactions.