"Yes, but there was another word," Alecto replied, brow creasing as she thought. "Ah, never mind. I suppose it does not matter."
"Your home is a hovel," Alecto agreed. "You show no care for the space you inhabit, you throw away living creatures like they are garbage, and now you insult both of us. So I think you have made the choice for me."
She reached into her shirt, removing the folding knife she kept clipped to her bra. "Your words offend me. And now you will cease speaking."
Alecto sprang up from the ground, launching herself at her hapless victim. She launched into him and sent both of them tumbling to the ground. There was a brief tussle, but in the end, it was no use. Alecto was older, faster, stronger, actually magic, and she was angry.
"Lyssa," she called over her shoulder. "Would you be a dear and bring me a bowl?" She turned back to the squirming man. "The pieces need somewhere to go. Less mess, you see."
And with those final, ominous words, Alecto broke his jaw in one swift movement.