*arched a brow and ripped Anubis' armor off until he's but a mortal man on his knees. Fixing him with an inscrutable stare, Cleopatra let the silence between them stretch until it is positively syrupy with disapproval. She invoked the power of Wadjet and a summoned gauntlet fortified the strength of the arching backhand that sent her general flying backwards to skid along the floor. Following after him with serpentine grace and patience, a bare foot wedged itself on his throat and she crouched to collect a fistful of hair.*
Are you little better than a rabid MUTT?! You do what I say when I say it. Nothing more, nothing less. Acknowledge that you comprehend this.
*She shifted her weight so that she was balanced on her forward foot, a millimeter from crushing his windpipe.*