Fíadh's eyes widen in surprise as she realizes where that blow is going to land, and it's only with the ingrained skills she's trying to impart that she dodges Pippa's blow. Her hair still brushes Pippa's fist as she dodges out of the way. Briskly, back in control, she grabs Pippa's wrist harshly.

"Stop, don't punch me," she barks. "The air. Imagine someone is in front of you."

She throws down Pippa's hand before stepping far to the side. Well, that's one thing to mentally jot down: the woman's fast.

"Now, again."