Eilidh let out a long cleansing breath as she settled into her stance as she lifted a brow towards Freilden. She quickly understood that he was going to be fighting her unarmed, and those who had gathered knew that it was an unfair fight unless he could pull a magic trick of some sort. It wasn’t long till bets were starting to be placed as they watched Eilidh slowly begin to circle as she loosened her grip on her axe. There was no need to hold it so tightly that her hand began to cramp as she also flexed her fingers on the hold of her shield. She was a well skilled fight, and as such could not be rattled once her resolve was set. Too many battles had been won thanks to her calm nerves and level head in the middle of a fight, and as such she bore no scars or broken bones. Save for the few she earned as a child hell-bent on being as rough and tumble as her brother was. The wind picked up and blew her golden strands into her face that he been teased free of her braids. She ignored them as she studied the man before her as she gave her axe a lazy spin at her side. Nothing gave away the calculations that were going on inside of her head, or the fact that she already had a plan formulating. He had given her a reason to fight more than she would have normally done. If this ended in his death she would shed no tears over that fact. Silent prayer was said to Odin before she shifted her feet and came forward.<br/><br/>She led with her shield as she pushed it against his knifed hand. It was a test and had no real oomph behind it. She wanted to see what he would do before she pushed any further. After all she wasn’t about to lose a fight in a matter of a few moments, and she knew she had the stamina to stand with him for a long period. Many days of carrying and training made to ensure that she didn’t tire easily while in battle, and fighting one on one was far less of a strain than a field full of people who were either trying to kill you or helping you to kill someone else. Drawing in a breath she’d make a quick movement to step to her right and sweep under her shield with her axe to bit into his leg. She would be kind enough to turn it so that the flat would strike him if he wasn’t fast enough to avoid it. Her movements were crisp and not projected like some unskilled fighters would. As her axe followed through on its pass she’d step away with it. Her shield moving to cover her motion as she stopped off on the side of him in a light stance once more. The actions she took would be done in a matter of a few heart beats that was sure to throw any fighter off. She moved far faster than he might have guessed with the shield on her arm, and it might cause a tick of worry in one’s mind when they realized that.