"Just admiring the scenery." Gyra replied. Noticing the increased bird songs, she checked her stride and focused on her empathy. As she sent out tendrils to search out the cause Gyra narrowed her eyes slightly. 'Persistent bastard will never quit.' she thought when a unwanted empathic echo reached her. Sliding her war bag off, incase this pest decided to start something, and tighten her grip. "Don't do it idiot, not now, I'm not in a brawling mood." she whispered when the giant halfling stepped out the brush. Matching glares with the ugly brute, Gyra watched the massive knife be slowly drawn. Shaking her heading in silent resignation of what present, she drew her sword and groaned. Moving away from Gerwen, Gyra rolled her shoulders which caused her wings the flutter.
The halfling charged at Gyra, swinging the blade straight for her head. Ducking under, she rushed in to punch him. But got a swift mule kick for her trouble. Bare able to avoid hitting Gerwen, Gyra managed to land on her feet and catch her breath. "Die lil' ang'l b'tc'." "Maybe someday to a worthy adversary or old age. But not to a vile creature like you, halfling." she replied while spitting. Meeting the the halfling in a clash of blades, Gyra began to push him back with all the anger she held.