Too soon, he wasn’t begging yet.

“Damn you and your disgusting remarks, I’ll have you beg you pathetic man.” Anna was probably taking a strategically unsound amount of time insulting the man or otherwise toying with him. Still, as of yet he’d really posed no threat against her, and the Wraith had no reason to suspect he was about to become formidable all of a sudden. As she spat out the last word her right hand dropped down and then shot forward in that same backhanded sweeping motion. The tendril obeyed its master, following her hand and curling around in mid-air to slam towards the man’s upper torso with enough force to knock him backwards. It probably wouldn’t do much more than bruise him on contact, Anna was being especially careful to show him she could throw him around, but not placing him in a position where he could be killed by accident.

Considering he was kneeling in front of her, escaping was an unlikely prospect, so Anna took no real precautions for him evading the strike or attacking her directly.