The Heartwood Gangsters don't cry

Aeronwyn's eyes narrowed, and a flicker of anger passed over her face. It was rare, that she displayed emotion, but this male had touched a nerve. She pulled her face into a mask of cold indifference. She slowly faced him, matching his gaze with her cold steel one. "True. I do not hunt the mice you do, I hunt wolves. And rarely, rarely do I fail" she took a single step in his direction "Go home, mongrel" she said evenly, the warning evident in her tone. 

1d2 sound good!