Serpent Lake my spirit rises off the plate

He did not retaliate, which struck her as weak, and she sneered through the grip she had. Had he not gall to oppose her grip? Was he so scared as not to strike a returning blow? A one sided fight was hardly fun, or course, so when she had her grip and he tried to squirm away, she clamped down once more before releasing, allowing him to squirm as he would. She stepped back, surveying the priest, before she stretched her neck toward him. With a smile razor-sharp, she said evenly. “Run, silly priest. It would be wise to remember not to tempt me again, lest I deal you more harm next we meet."
 
And so she stepped back, watching him, tail lashing as she allowed her steel gaze to fall on him, watching lest he strike back after all.