As Blithe finished rising, a lone falcon still pestering, Blithe slew it with a swing of her blade, a single target far less able to juke around her. She stood ready, shield planted and blade drawn.

"Hmph? War? No, never a war. It's only called a war if the other side is strong enough to fight back." Blithe smirked, speaking her lines with a haughty tone, before she resumed her advance. This time it was a slow steady advance, just to close within striking range, keeping her shield front and center.

She kept her blade back and low, the tip slicing through the crests of snow dunes.