There was no further reply, not a single melancholic whisper from the weary woman in black who rudely was silenced by the imp, now making its way towards Arjuna. In haste to defend herself, Arjuna raised forth her gauntlet to act as some sort of shield from the unscrupulous creature, but in doing so she had doomed herself. He was quick, as to be expected for a boy his stature, his sharp claws grasping tight unto Arjuna's arm and twisting it something harsh until a sharp pain spiked from her wrist to shoulder, yet it did not elicit a cry from the mute woman, as that is what Arjuna figured this imp wanted to hear. His grip, a lad his age shouldn't be this damn strong, yet Arjuna could barely retrieve her arm from the clench of his claws, such claws that buried into her thick chainmail and sent a burning sensation with every little scratch against her skin. Twas a hold Arjuna fought desperately to escape from, even after hearing such licentious verbose that described her flesh and blood....akin to a delicious morsel. Finally, she had all she could of this wretched hellion. She rose her other gauntlet swiftly, barring her teeth grit in a hellish fury of her own. And then in one swift and brutal maneuver, she sent her steel hardened hand crashing down upon the cur who seized her arm.