His swing was met, the clang of metal echoing and over it... she laughed. “Not all our men are. But, I'll admit, we have a lot of useless men. Some of us like a bit of aggression and violence.” Enyo shoved his sword back just enough for her to move and offensively swing at him herself. It was a position that enabled her to get a really good glimpse of him up close. He was quite an animal himself, wasn't he?
Strong, violent, skilled in battle, not intimidated by her at all... she might just be willing to let him overtake her for the right motivation. “Or a lot of it.”
As for the issue on the attractiveness of Greek women... Enyo could not restrain the cool and somewhat challenging smile that formed on her lips. “And while I would not use the word beautiful in any context involving a body without wanting to vomit, I think you are not being completely honest with yourself, Sumerian.” One part of her chiton was nearly tore off as it was, there was barely any part of it still in place and most of here breast was already exposed. She cared not. Enyo reached up with her free hand and tore the fabric free. She had no shame or modesty.
“I am quite aware as to what men, both mine and yours in this battle, have talked about wanting to do to me. So unless your men have an unhealthy obsession with wanting to ejaculate into withered slugs, I think you have misjudged.” Her hand traced down and cupped one bare breast for a moment before giving focus back to her sword.