She set the scroll down somewhere, it clunking against the tabletop, and then she moved to the painting, making noise of moving it about.  She didn't take it off though, instead turning around, quietly as she could... and then... seeing her opening...<br/><br/>She charged, lunging forward across the room powered by her strong muscles, to her arms already behind her back, grabbing and holding them there with a not-unimpressive power behind them, dragging her back a bit to get her off her feet.  All her weight was on her shoulders, it'd hurt, and she couldn't kick back this way, which was good, as she was currently getting hard and stone and a foot to the groin would greatly ruin that.<br/><br/>"I haven't liked your attitude, lass; I'm thinking it's time for an adjustment..." she grunted as she dragged her back, to keep her from regaining her feet "Couldn't even give me your damn name!"