Ixtli looked at the male as he spoke, his hands up in the air as she finished the remainder of the apple she picked up; tossing the core backwards onto the floor behind her swallowing the last bit she pointed the end of her powerful wooden club at Artemis's chest in warning. Her free hand resting on the end of her obsidian bladed dagger, which was barely four inches long but sharper than any steel they carried; albeit brittle and ineffective in direct clash.
 
"If yeri qosarvenikh, anha cut yeri zhor out ma eat anna." 
(If you lie, I'll cut your heart out and eat it"

Leaving him with that warning the woman backed up, finding a lone spot in the corner of the room where she opted to sit with her legs crossed on the wooden floor; examining her club for any defects her razor honed obsidian knife lightly flaking strips of the wood she deemed unnecessary off wishing she had also had her bow on her before being forcibly brought into this world.