Emberflame Ridge At night he becomes a bartender

She slowed her pace just for the last few strides- if he managed to free his foot, he might lunge to one side or another, and if she rushed him too fast she could shoot right past him. She delighted in seeing him cower in her growing shadow, looking as surprised and shocked as a newborn fawn seeing a wolf rush in moments before its untimely end. Such a pathetic look helped curb her ire- but only a bit. 

She collided with him, but did not immediately strike to injure him, only to knock him to the ground and pin him, to make him pay for his insolence. She had the feeling he might not put up much of a fight- and would only punish him as much as she felt was necessary.