Katherine was right about one thing: the goddess was confused. Her thoughts from the beginning had been scattershot, wandering down multiple independent and contradictory pathways, seeing threat and opportunity, something to nurture and something to exterminate. She had been thinking of the how as much as the why and the what, and none of it had fit together. Somehow, none of [i]her [/i]fit together. Had the Burrowers done something to her, before they had sent her here? It was almost as if there were two or more of her inside the same body...

But unfortunately, Katherine had gone and put her in a position where all the parts of her aligned. She glanced down. Did the math -

She stepped forward onto the wooden sword. It did not cut her neck, on account of it being wood, and just slid over her shoulder. Then she headbutted Fluffybiscuts hard enough to send her to the moon - if the Goddess hadn't gotten there first. She has the hammer in her hand as she almost seems to teleport behind her flying opponent in time to strike a massive downwards blow. She launches herself in rapid pursuit, hammer blows falling in a steady cadence, knocking Katherine left and right - less a fight and more a juggler's display. There was no more thought of defense in the Goddess' mind; she had committed entirely to the attack. She did this in the comfortable knowledge that a wooden blade could not harm her, and even if it could, her opponent would not. 

So she attacked, and attacked, and attacked. She attacked like she was planning on hammering every one of those tails right off Katherine's butt. She did this with the grim confidence that even if she was scared of what Katherine represented, she was not scared of her as an enemy combatant.