Falona straightened herself out, frowning. "Oh? You think that's enough? You think that merely because your feathers have been ruffled that you've had enough?" Her expression soured. "You know nothing of battle. You can fight me, but only until you're tired. You do not know the pain of battle, the anguish." She turned away from him. "When you're out there, surrounded by screaming and blades and blood, you cannot stop. You must fight, or you must die. I had to learn this at a very young age. Very young...." Her voice trailed off. Falona turned back to Corvus. "you must learn to fight past the pain, to fight past the exhaustion. I shall teach you how, in time. For now, we will cease. Come," She went to the door.