If Bellona's battle cry was supposed to dishearten Tyr, it had the opposite effect. He had too often been in the company of Odin's Berserkers, and it made his spirit jump to the call. With renewed frenzy, he mostly ignored her rant of her many fine attributes, until she spoke of wasting a settlement simply because she could.
Tyr was convinced the woman was made of pure evil. An evil that needed to be stopped, and stopped now. The cut she gave him went as unnoticed as the earlier blow from her shield, as he dodged and parried until at last an opening appeared.
"Yes, but what you aren't is very clever." With one deft move, her little dagger flew out of her grasp. "Never bring a knife to a sword fight," he continued, as the sword came down, slicing his opponent's leg.
Breathing heavily, Tyr lowered his sword, but not his guard. She had already brought out one hidden blade, and he wouldn't put it past her to have more hidden away.
"Are you done yet, or would you like to continue, Princess?"