Ankyra Sound holding on to the devil i know

"Old home. My marks are here, yours are not. Now get out." She rumbled, interrupting him before he said the rest; charging him in a burst of speed with the intent to thrust him forcefully backwards via a slam of her shoulder. 
If that did not get her point across, she would make it that much clearer that his brazenness would get him killed one day, if not by her, then by any other warmonger who held no true conscience about mauling idiotic and bold children.