Conclusion The fight was more balanced now. Isis's hair gave her extra limbs and eyes, making up immensely for her lack of experience. My heightened awareness gave me a clear image of everything that was happening around me. In a way, it was too balanced. We had been circling each other for what seemed like an eternity, neither of us being able to land a blow on the other. I would dart in and be blocked by a spurt of hair, then I would dart away and leave Isis without an easy target. She would launch several different clumps of hair at me and I would dip around them, then she would curl her hair about her and leave me without an opening. We repeated this dance countless times. No ground was gained or lost, and no blows were traded. It was the most frustrating stalemate I have ever been in.