They were battling with hammer blows, like two big red roosters vying for the favors of a little white hen.

Sometimes the human heart has fantastic ways of expressing itself.

This thundering of Dedele and Fifine upon the anvil was for her, this forge roaring and overflowing was for her.

They were forging their love before her, battling over her.
To be honest, she rather enjoyed it.

All women are happy to receive compliments.