Enyo was mostly oblivious to the what the women and children were doing. Even if she had known, she wouldn't have cared other than for the fact that it would mean less spoils to take back to Rome and show off in honor of their victory. It was far more likely, though, that she would be disgusted by such inglorious behavior.
She walked along, stepping on and over the dead. She wasn't quire sure what happened to her shoes (as tended to happen in battle to her shoes and cloths -loss of them), but didn't seem to give it a second thought. There was something delightful about feeling both earth and flesh squish beneath her bare feet. She didn't sense another deity present, or anything out of the norm. That was difficult for her to do in battle. Partly because she was far too focused on the battle at hand than at who might be watching, but mostly because there were enough of her own people scattered among the mortals. It wasn't uncommon for Ares to join her. Or Eris. Or Ares' two sons. Or a whole slew of other aggressive gods.
Then of course, there were the Keres that swarmed battlefields stripping souls from their bodies and sending them on to the Underworld before feasting on the blood and flesh of the dead. It wasn't Enyo's thing... feasting on the gore, but she could appreciate it. They did what they did and they did it well. It was a necessary part of the battlefield. They were violent death. As war and violence herself, Enyo was quite accustomed to their presence and ways.
Spear in hand and shield braced against her left arm, Enyo marched across the field toward one of the few standing barbarians. She stood behind him, smiling. Obviously, if he was still standing he may be worthy of her spear... or if he was lucky, her sword. She stood a good six feet behind him, tears in her blood spattered tunic waving wildly from underneath her breastplate, and brought her shield in front of her.
Then, arrogantly, Violence tipped her spear down, reached forward and taped the barbarian twice on the shoulder with it.
“Salve, barbarus.” Latin, not Greek. She was with her Romans after all and they had done so much to honor her. She should at least speak their language. Besides, while she didn't speak the tribal languages, it was possible with as vast as Roman influence ran, that he would understand Latin when spoken. She said, simply, “hello, barbarian.”