"It is not a battle I can afford, no?" As quick as she was, her lunge to grab the hatchet back from him was both instinct and halfhearted. Something warned her to hold back and she reluctantly agreed with the inner voice. She hissed at his comment and turned away from him as he examined it. The handle she had personally hand carved. Any good warrior made their own weapons. the blade was made by her as well hammer to sharp thin but hard edge, with a good weight abut it. It had power in it, but it was only useful in her hands and priceless to her.  The carvings on the weapon glowed as it was thrown and when the hatched buried itself into the wood just left of his throne, the glow faded completely.<br/><br/>The constant pushing irritated her and at one point she side stepped his annoying touch and turned to face and snarl at him, though she didn't make to run in any particular direction. "Simple directions would be easier, no!?" she spat out followed by a string of curses mumbled in her own tongue. She rolled her eyes when the pushing continued her anger rising with each shove. It  dimmed as she entered the tunnel, curiosity easing some of the hatred towards the man temporarily, until he hit her. her reflexes had her land against the bed, not completely on it.  Now sitting on the edge she lifted herself up and touched a hand to her face. Her lip was bleeding and the room spun for a moment. She had seen battle a few times, and taken a number of hits, but she wasn't braced for this at all. She spat the blood from her mouth at his feet and glared at him, blinking several times to clear her head.<br/><br/>It was a given this moment would come, but she had hope to delay it longer. She inched back from him along the side of the bed as he loomed closer, eventually taking a fighting stance. Hand to hand combat against a larger foe was common for her kind.  Their short stature by nature made such techniques a necessity, though she knew she could not possibly fight him off, she could not just let him have what he wanted so easily.  To be honest she was terrified of his size in more ways than one.  Both fear and fight showing in her eyes, she spat out blood again, this time it was aimed for his foot.