An Eye For An Eye

He strode toward her call, decked in his armor that he had become accustomed to wearing and followed by his companions; the raven and the cobra. The woman was small compared to him with a light frame, and even with the fresh wounds Hannibal had inflicted he still stood tall and ominous; a black obelisk that blocked the sun and casted a long reaching shadow. Without a word he stripped himself of his cloak and helmet, his golden eyes darting to hers to stare her down defiantly. He had already toppled one king, if it came to it he would dominate a pharaoh and leave her  a broken shamble of a creature. He would truly be the king of kings and he could retire peacefully.

“What do you want?” He asked in a low growl, his fur bristling as he stared her down. This could be ended peacefully if she chose it, all she would have to do was offer him the one thing he gained by keeping her; Information.