She's not surprised. Shamash may have wanted a fair fight but there was no way the Annunaki would have risked their god actually losing in the public eye. That would be the end of them. So instead she has to fight their fleet and some shadow-realm sorcerer all at once.

She sets her shield.

Then let them come.

Light and fire smashes at her shield. Chains and blades claw and snap at her ankles. She holds. The weight of it pushes her back. The sand she stands upon is as soft as her heart and it will not let her brace, so no matter how deep her feet sink into it it will not stop her from being pushed back. Light and fire, wielded by one who has tamed the stars. Back. Down. Break.

But sand is too strong to break, and so is her heart.

The smoke and fire clears and she shines amidst it all, cursed spear in one hand, radiant shield in the other. She holds Shamash's precious weapon above her head in triumph, in threat. She holds it as though to cast it right back at the Annunaki as Leonidas once cast at Xerxes. Will she make the throw the Spartan could not? Will she be satisfied, as he was, in making a god bleed?

She brings the weapon down upon her knee and shatters it in halves.

"I might have taken your life, Shamash," she calls as she stands, legs trembling beneath her but still holding her proud. "But I won't. You alone are no threat. Instead I will take every one of the devices you use to hurt others and leave you powerless."

She was a Phantom Thief after all.

[Marking Afraid. Clearing Angry by destroying something valuable. [b]14[/b] on Never Give Up, inspiring the team]