There was pain. Inescapable and blinding. The rage morphed into fury and it was absolutely whiting out her vision. There was a sharp inhalation, the energy she as casting out sucking back in for a second... until she screamed.... when it pressed out with a vengeance.
It was a horrible, primal, bone-rattling and somewhat inhuman sound that sent her rage outward. The poor delicate taps... shattered and sprayed.
Dio was biting her. Why the fuck was Dio biting her? It didn't matter. She didn't even care. All she saw was white, blinding white hot rage. Fuck it, everyone was going to die. She just needed something better than bare hands now.
Time to go old school.. It was barley harvest time. It was appropriate. And just like those she had started to take down before she bailed on the war, her hands curled around the handles of two blades she hadn't touched in more than just an idle century. For who harvested by hand anymore? And it wasn't as if she had plots of land with people growing things for her and tending to them... it wasn't as if she had indentured staff anymore...
A hand scythe, more useful and threatening when she had a hold of something, and the single-bladed curved Dilmun dagger that was created for working ones way through the marshes, but suited just fine for cutting flesh. She knew. She'd done it before when her ziggurt had been stolen from her. When her land was stolen from her and her servants... and all of them given to make a temple to Zeus.
Which was why with a deft hook, stab and a pull... Ninkasi -along with her yell in pain, tried to remove Dionysos from her. You're not my target, Dio she said to him silently, but doubting it would reach him. Cuntface kitty litter is. So let go.