She didn't even have time to react to the comment about her brother, not that Ares needed defending. His reputation spoke for itself. But before she could even speak a word some truly foolish mortals felt the need to not only approach but stupidly attack she and the Sumerian. There was no thought, she simply reacted. Her sword came up and Enyo made quick work of dispatching the brigands nearest to her.
With each wound, each death, each spray of blood upon her person, there was a notable look of pleasure on her face. Being covered in the blood of the slain was invigorating. With the last one near her decapitated, Enyo took a moment to gaze up at the sky and draw her free hand along her flesh -from her face down to her stomach, smearing the blood spatter on her skin. She felt energized and very alive. She would have been content to stand there with her skin darkened from all the blood on it and just basking in the glory of a well fought battle if not for remembering that she still had Nergal to contend with.
Hearing footsteps to her right, Violence couldn't help but draw her gaze in that direction hoping that it was Nergal advancing on her. The clash of their swords would shake the world... What she saw was another mortal coming her way with his own sword drawn. How disappointing. Faster than the man could have prepared for, her kopis slid across his abdomen. Then she turned to face him, cruel smile on her lips. “You are either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid,” she said.
Enyo's free hand shot forward and pressed into the gaping wound, feeling around for his gore. “You know... my siblings and I often disemboweled our father's attendants for entertainment when we were young.” Tugging, the start of the intestines spilled out as she tucked her kopis under her arm so she could grab the mortal by the throat to keep him upright. “And we practiced, and practiced and became so skilled we could do a great deal of it before the person we were pulling apart even bled out.”
Holding his throat in a way that breathing was near impossible and the only sound that could come out of his mouth was a muddled cry of pain and fear, she kept pulling parts out with one hand... the man was quickly fading from living world. Calling out for Nergal's benefit more than that of the dying mortal, she said, “Don't puncture the intestines, the stomach or the bladder if you don't want your nose assaulted with the putrid and foul...”