[color=ed1c24][b]Sekhmet[/b][/color]

Anger.

Fear and anger.

Feelings and smoke thick upon the air as she gazed down with disbelief from her perch. They dared... THEY DARED... 

The Romans have much of Egypt under their control at this point of time. It didn't really concern her, since there were more people at her festivals, and more things to eat and drink. Plus, none of them have really done anything to her specifically. They were people, and she was a goddess. None that concerned her unless they prayed to her for something. But this... outrage...

Her temple was burning. 

One of her temples, but one that she was sleeping in at the very moment. The culprits seemed to be... some sort of peoplen rebelling and shouting about her being a pagan god, unworthy and without strength. Useless... one that does not answer.

Insignificant.

In the space of but a few moments, a rebel who was trying to topple one of her statues burst into a fountain of blood, torn apart by her claws. The rest rebels, emboldened by their success thus far, stopped upon the death of their comrade. Sekhmet stood there but for a moment, illuminated only by the fires burning her temple and what torches the rebels had brought. There was no words, no speech as she simply walked towards them, only a low snarl. Her pets, empowered by her, rushed towards the group, shrugging off weapons as they mauled the rebels. A few of the Roman guards tried to rally around her, but the Egyptians and those who knew of her legends simply fled instead, opting to hide until her rage subsided.

Tonight... she and her pets would feast.