Fiery

She surprisingly doesn't come crashing into you, she instead uses your face as a sort of pedestal from which she pushes off of landing directly on her feet. She turns back around and dashes for the portal, but it's too late; the portal has closed to the size of a watermelon. Too small to pass through but just big enough from Leom to tauntingly give her one final middle finger.

She positions her face in front of it as it continues to become smaller and smaller. "Leom I swear to me, don't you do this or when I get my hands on you, you will regret this with every inch of your bein-"

The portal closes up completely cutting her off mid-sentence.

She balls up her fists and punches the wall where the portal used to be repeatedly. "Damnit!"

Her punches begin to make the room shake as the already very delicate foundation of the castle begins to groan in protest.

You really don't want to interject from fear of becoming a substitute punching bag for the wall, but you also don't want to be crushed alive either. You gulp as you walk up to her and try to tap her as lightly and non violently as you can muster. She turns to face you and that's when you get a clear look at her. Her short black hair with burgundy edges compliments her crimson red eyes, a small fang hangs on the side of her plump lips. She's sporting a tank top-like dress hugging her lithe but muscular frame. From your estimations, she seems to be sporting B cups. Would you look at that, maybe those breast estimation classes your dad gave you weren't useless after all. As you look her up and down, smitten, she begins to get impatient and looks at you frowning.

"What?" she says lowly, practically in a growl.

Distracted by the viciousness of the question (and her beauty), you stammer. "O-oh, I was j-just wondering if um, you could, you know, maybe not punch the wall? I get that you're angry and all, but the castle walls are...very, very fragile and I don't being caved in would make your day any better.

Her eyebrow begins to twitch. "Giving goddesses orders now are we? Fine then, since you insist, I guess you'll be my stress wall instead."

Argh, you knew it, you should've just let her make the castle crumble. You begin to slowly back up, not too keen on the idea of being used as a stress reliever by a literal goddess. Her eyes begin to glow ominously.

"Hope you're ready." she exclaims, her voice quaking in anger

Uh oh, play dead?