Henry grunted and struggled to get away, but it was useless. Wrath looked at Richard and she beamed at him before crouching low. Her crawl towards Henry was animalistic and he stopped trying to get free of his bonds when he saw her creeping towards him.
Wrath's face twisted as she let just a little bit of the human façade drop. Her eyes glowed crimson and everything became more angular. Her teeth grew to points and her fingernails to claws. She let him get a good look and then she was on him, punching, ripping and tearing at him. She was relentless and she didn't care if she was shredding his clothes or his skin. It was all open season.
In an attempt to make sure he didn't lose too much blood, she let up well before she was actually ready. Her human form returned and then she levelled an expert kick right to his balls and Henry curled in on himself, whimpering and gasping for breath.
"Don't you fuck with any of my people again, or what I just did to you will seem like a fucking holiday, asshole," she growled at him. "I'm Wrath. You do not want to fuck with me."