As the woman in her grasp fell to a limp, bleeding pile of flesh on the earth Enyo turned her head to look about for any survivors. If there were any at all, they were steering well clear of her. That was the smart thing to do. The crazed rush of blood-lust was settling just a bit, only enough that there was a sudden eerie stillness to the surrounding area that was broken by the quivering in her limbs. Excitement in the slaughter boiling over to the point where retraining it bordered on impossible.
It was different, so much different, when she was encouraged to do what she did so well. It was a rare delight. It made everything around her blur into a pleasurable haze. Some mortals called it a sort of madness at the sheer level of delight she took in bloodshed, and perhaps it was, but it was the very core of what she was.
Enyo stalked through the village like the predator she was, bare feet gripping the bloodied soil with an almost feline silence. Surely there had to be more people somewhere. Surely there was at least one man or woman left to feel the cool steel of her blade as it pierced their skin. They were somewhere and she would find them.
And then, in a quiet corner by a well, a younger man was cowering. Not even a full beard on him yet. Shame for him, them, that today he would die. As she approached, he tried to scramble again, only to end up pinned against the well itself.
He was unarmed. There would be short work, then. Enyo smiled at him and there was no mistaking the malice that she intended. Analyzing the threat, of which there was none, there was a curious rise in the front of his tunic. It was not unheard of for a man's body to betray him when fear gripped him. Obviously he was frightened and not aroused. She almost expected him to start leaking from the eyes any moment.
She looked down, the only thing holding her torn chiton in place at all was the fine decorative girdle around her waist. “Do you find me beautiful?” She purred at him while slinking forward. “You would touch me if you could, wouldn't you?” Inches away, her hand wrapped itself in his tunic and pulled him upright. “Touch me. I dare you...” And her blade was poised ready to end him the second he dared to do so...