Seeing the man already bloodied sent her off again, turning to the men and demanding who did it. She could tell even before it was uttered who it was, and proceeded to beat the shit out of him until a pair of his teeth spilled onto the floor.
Stepping back, she cracked her bloodied knuckles and looked down at Crowe.
"I wanted him for me." she hissed, daring the others to challenge her. When no one said a word, she pointed to the door.
"Out. I will deal with him on my own," she told them darkly, her eyes never leaving the men's as they moved out from the door. And once they didn't, she didn't hesitate to kick Crowe on the side- hard.
"I told you a fucking finger and ring. I didn't want her god damn head." And he gave another swift kick to his side before spitting, "Who said you could enter my chambers!?" And he dropped to his knees, pulling Crowe up by his hair and glaring wildly into his face. A knife was brought out, pressed to his neck.
"You have a lot of explaining to do," she told him, eyes feral as the cold blade pressed ever closer. "And if I like your response, I might cut less of you as your reward."