Falis drew up to her full height, angling her head so her hair fell about her shoulders and down her back regally. "Ah, the knight wishes for a quick ending. Is she, perhaps, lacking in stamina?"

Without the usually visible shift from princess to hunter, Falis struck, moving in. Wood crashed as Senna's spear met her own, deflecting the spear to the side, With a twirl, the hunter brought it back at Senna.

"I'll be disappointed if I wear you out too soon," she added on, the words and bearing still that of the princess, but the movement and primal look in her eyes that of the hunter. This was the mix that happened anytime she was the Forland vanguard on the battlefield.