Enyo did not exactly recoil at hearing the other woman's pantheon of origin. She did, however react as if something absolutely putrid had just been passed under her nose and she was fighting every urge to curl her lip in disgust. Clearly, she recognized the pantheon and clearly, it less than pleased her.
“Norse,” she said curtly. Her eyes narrowed as a wealthy Roman woman shoved passed her. In a flash Violence's hand shot out and caught the woman by the arm. As the woman protested, the cold, dark and dangerous look in Enyo's eyes intensified until all the woman wanted was to get away.
Releasing her grasp, the Roman woman briskly walked off, not daring to look back and Enyo turned her attention back on this... Norse... goddess. “Norse.” She repeated just as curtly, but a bit more darkly. “Part of the same contingent that has been trying to systematically invade and end the power of my army at the Northern border of the Northern Territories of what will become my championed Empire?” Against her better judgment, part of her lip did curl up.
“Because if that is the case you can go right back up there and tell your Warrior for Justice... such a pitiful excuse for a war god,” there was a low growl to her voice on the end of that sentence. “You can tell him that the empire my brother and I have created will prevail and if I have to cut his other hand off and feed it to one of my brother's war mongrels to get him to backoff, I will.”