He still had too much hate inside for her to play with, this time her words were like a pin driving into his skull. When he turned and stepped back tripping over the red-head on the floor and letting Medusa take the other one from him who was much easier to deal with then this feisty bitch.

He crawled up on his knees, hoovering over the maenad and pinning her arms down covering her mouth with his hand. "I'll snap your neck before you can say another word." The ground felt his voice, that boom, that tremble of the walls and the ground. He'd bring this whole place down. He wanted corroboration or he'd be down a maenad for himself. Her previous words kept digging into his brain. Fuck. He slipped one of his hands to her neck, bruising and thick on her throat as he pulled himself back up, her with him. Her lips would turn a shade of blue, not enough to kill her yet, but enough to assert his authority. Next time he would make bone crack. He would make her feel pain in that mortal body, which may be enough to make her lose her hold.