hit 'em right between the eyes!

It was water under the bridge. Besides, she was too happy to be upset just because he spooked her. Victory – however false it may be – had that affect on her.
        As Týrr inspected the slain branch, Jökull ceased all movement to stare at him. In the short moments he hovered around the branch, she fully saw him in all his roguish glory: locks of sepia and russet thrown aloft by wind, Spanish blue orbs brought out by the lily-white lines beneath both eyes. His face was shaped...pleasantly? She did not know how to depict his unique attributes. Only that he was nice to look at.
        “Yeah! Or you's gonna gets WHOOPED!” Just what Jökull needed: an even bigger head. Njal, Tuwawi, and her siblings were never gonna hear the end of it now.
        “Ya probs already know my name, but I'm Jökull.
        “Ya wants a whoopin' huh?” Big words for such a small thing, but she was not about to disappoint. “Aight,” she acquiesced, backing up to do her thing. Which was a whole lot of jerky movements, barrel rolls, and breathless instructions. In truth, Jökull knew very little about combat, but she does know the element of surprise...
        Another barrel roll brought her closer to him, his outstretched leg tantalizingly bare. She swung herself this and way that – just to keep up with appearances – before she snapped at his right front leg. With any luck, she would find purchase on his bicep. After all that, she better find something. Putting on such an extravagant show was not without its downfalls.