Ooh, he was deliciously angry, wasn't he? And he certainly had their father's temper. Though there was a far more unrestrained quality to him than Zeus displayed. There was rumor that Hera had struck him mad, Enyo didn't know if it was true -mostly didn't care, but didn't put it passed her. She listened to his explanation as to why he was doing what he was doing and Enyo's smile turned up a bit more in one corner than in the other. No matter how he tried to spin it, he was raining death, destruction and violence upon these people.
When his back was turned, caring not for any potential for danger he may hold, Enyo strode up beside him as if trying to just get a better look at what he and his followers were accomplishing. “Yes,” she said. “Yes, you are correct. If they have committed an act of hubris against a god, they deserve to suffer for it.” While Enyo was armed, she was not currently wielding any weapons against him. Currently, there was no point. ]
“And you a son of Zeus,” she gave him a sidelong glance, “who are they to deny you anything?” Enyo shook her head. “You are correct, brother. For their offense they should suffer. Let them serve as an example, a lesson for others who may challenge you.”
Her gaze turned back out over the landscape. It was quite glorious. Enyo couldn't deny that she was pleased. Her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the fire and the screaming mortals. “You know,” she added a moment later. “Wasting cities is something I do and do quite well. This is less city and more village, but I think that would just as easily fall under my jurisdiction. If you would like any help in wiping this slate clean, you have but to ask. Otherwise I'm just going to stand here and watch it all unfold.”