Without any second to waste more, the General retrieved her powerful axe, picking it slowly...just a little...as she snarled quietly under her breath. "You'll find cutting my head off won't be easy, I take? Good."
"Uhhh, you're one of these. And here I was worried you'd break too quickly if I'd immediately start to play rough. Alright then..." She dropped the axe right in front of the other, allowing Artemis to retrieve it. "...no more kids gloves."