One of Jareth's greatest faults had been arrogance, the certainty that he was more powerful, more clever – essentially better than everyone. Sarah didn't think most of those things, but here, right now, she did think she was more powerful than even a Hell God – she was the Goblin Queen and this was her realm. But the punch knocked her on her ass and knocked her pride just as hard.
It hurt, pain blossoming across her shoulder and chest (not as bad as the pain of dislocation, for which Sarah was grateful), and it was the first warning of her brain saying she might have gotten into a situation she couldn't entirely control. It was unexpected as well, because it meant Glory's powers were coming back faster than Peter's had here. The need for preservation kicked in before the debate of locking out Glory's powers again – as what if it didn't work? – and Sarah acted on that as she scrambled to her feet.
"I don't think you really mean it," she hissed, the sky above snapping with lightening that was the same eerie red as the rest. "I can turn this world upside down here – there are no rules for me in my kingdom, no rules for you to be above." The ground rumbled and shook with the words, the epicenter of it directly beneath where Glory stood. The ground pitched at a right angle, Sarah's intention for it to throw the Hell God right at her and use the momentum to then slam Glory into the nearby wall – she might not have super strength, but she had the physics she could bend in this place to be whatever she wanted them to be. The wall in question was already shifting, dark vines cracking through the rock, ready to ensnare Glory when she hit the rock.