Instead of rage at his words, Enyo grinned. How delightfully predictable. And how like a man, at that. “I kneel for no one,” she said quite firmly and it was the absolute truth. If Nergal wanted her on her knees, he was going to have to put her there, by force, and the look in her eyes showed how much the idea of him even trying to force her to do anything excited her. Bare-handed combat was not her strength in war, weapons suited her far more, but the challenge was exciting.
“Unless you were referring to yourself,” she clicked her tongue against her teeth a few times. “I always took you for a man, was I wrong?” She took a few paces to the right in attempt to circle the Sumerian and decide the next move. “The flat chest, the facial hair...” A few more paces. “Actually, now that I think about it, that does sort of describe your women as well, doesn't it?”