Just as she dropped the now dead body and the intestines that she had pulled free from the stomach cavity, she saw something coming at her in her peripheral vision. Enyo's reflexes were sharp, so it didn't take much effort to catch the head, smile and heft it high over her own so that it would drip what blood it contained over her in a glorious crimson shower.
There was a pleased moan that escaped her lips, almost to indicate that she was gaining sexual pleasure from being showered in blood from a severed head. Once the drops had slowed, she tossed the head aside and looked over at the Sumerian. Had he meant to hit her with the head and cause her harm? If so that was a pathetic attempt. Or was it a gift of some kind, knowing that she reveled in this sort of gore? If that was the case it was... curious.
Smiling, she turned to him. She wanted to fight. She needed to fight. She needed release the building excitement in her, the intense amount of energy. There were two ways to get that release. One was to fight exhaustion or defeat. The other was through sex. But since the only present option was Nergal and no matter how attractive he appeared to her -moreso with the fresh blood splatter than before, he was still a Sumerian.
Taking her kopis out from the crook of her arm where it had been tucked, she spun it in her hand once giving her Sumerian opponent a challenging look. Oh, how she wanted to feel the clang of their swords coming together, to feel her sword slice through his flesh and his to slice through hers....
Wait. What? Enyo paused only a moment in confusion. She didn't allow people to harm her. She certainly didn't have want for it unless it was the sort of harm that came with coupling.
A moment later she had shook it off and tried to ignore the fact that her mind was very much alright with him drawing her blood. “Come,” she said as the challenging smile returned. “let's finish this.”