"Ah then!", Gunnaya exclaimed, "That's good for me!. An opponent who's never known true horror."

	As Blithe grew closer, Gunnaya strafed to the left, slowly circling around her target. Her softly looked up and down, waiting for an opening.

	"You see, elf", spoke Gunnaya, clearly, gauntly, "Every day I hear the screams of fallen warriors. They tell me every detail of their miserable deaths, as soldiers in a great army."

	Veering further and further to the left, forcing Blithe to turn around to face her, Gunnaya's body grew tense. As she stepped, she drew her staff backward, ready for the strike. The gap grew smaller between the two of them.
	
	"Simply put, I know how good soldiers die...", Gunnaya paused, thoughtfully, "And I know how better soldiers kill."

	Distant chirps began to fill the air, high above the tree-tops. It was time.

	"Tell me, ho-", in an attempt to catch her opponent off guard, Gunnaya cut herself off. She swung her thick, steel-tipped staff around to Blith's sword-arm side. This strike was designed to reach around Blithe's shield from the more-awkward side, and break her sword-arm. A quarterstaff in two hands throws a lot more weight than a sword in one, and Gunnaya hoped her blow would be enough to break through.