Hideaway Strath I can show you the devil

He goes down, and with fully bared teeth, Nyra stands over him with tail raised high and rage in her eyes that seemed like it would never leave. 
She wants to be appeased by his show of submission, to recoil the draconic beast that unfurled so viciously only moments ago. 

Slowly, the Empress regains herself, shuts the dragon within away once more. Her breathing steadies, slow, deep. 
She then sheathes her fangs for the most part, for the promise that follows on her lips. 
"Tell Simmik what you did. Tonight. If you don't, then I will drag you to her myself and do it for you. I will be watching to make sure." Nyra growls, keeping her eyes locked with his own long enough for him to register that she wasn't bluffing in any fashion.
Once Nyra knew Kynareth got the point, she stepped off to allow him the room to rise again. 

As much as she hadn't much liked Simmik, the tension wouldn't do good for the future of the Saints and their growing empire. Pride occasionally had to be sacrificed for the best possible outcome.