Daenerys ignored the blades as they came close, acting like a true Khaleesi. She felt his elbow connect and let the movement guide her, dancing with him, breasts and hair heaving in a set of exquisite dervish forms. She was thrilled to discover that whatever magics compelled her journey, they either had given them some shared common tongue or else by the magics of whichever creator guided her world and this one, both her peoples and the peoples of this, they had always shared one. Whomever had written the great story of Dany's life she thanked silently; confusion over whatever the hell these savages were saying was just another layer of confusion that right now she didn't need.
"I am Stormborn! I am Khaleesi! The last dragon and Queen-in-exile over the Kingdoms." She curved, bent, and slammed into Zuko, driving him to the ground and hopping on him, pinning him to the ground with powerful thighs, ignoring the awkwardness her nudity would cause. "Submit before me coward, be my slave and I shall spare your life. Your blades are no match for the swing of a Khaleesi's sword and you are obviously unmanned, short of hair and scarred of face. Even now you hesitate to swing them. Surrender and I will give you a favored seat." She held her blade close enough to his throat that she was sure he could feel the chill of the metals, and waited impatiently for him to yield. Her loins were ground up against his more clothed ones and she could feel the faint hint of another powerful weapon hidden down there as well... Maybe this one she should take for a bed slave as well, he was muscled enough and good looking even with the marred face. Maybe because of it. He clearly still had some pride left though; she really didn't want to cut any bits off to convince Zuko of the wisdom of ceding to her might. Would be shame, she had use for all of them.