By teasing the beastly god.

“Taxes. What does it look like?” she replied sarcastically.

“Those belong to me and only me. You did nothing to deserve even a single coin… I suggest you leave my lane NOW.” he warned. He eyed her angrily but something was off, she moved her lithe frame with a smooth and almost sensual grace, occasionally sticking out her mesmerizing rotund butt with the purpose of seduction. His focus lingered for what felt like hours, his fury dissipating for a brief moment as a sudden twitch occurred below the belt. He caught himself and snapped out of his lust-filled trance, stifling his embarrassment and steeling himself. Qiyana could sense that her idea was working to her advantage, she could practically feel his eyes focusing on her more feminine attributes. Satisfied with her handiwork, she then spun around in defiance and raised an eyebrow at him, almost immediately laughing to an exaggerated degree.

“What exactly are YOU going to do about it?” she jeered with a frisky inflection as she continued to plunder his lane, Nasus growing more furious by the second. Her attitude just didn't register with him. In his shocked state he did nothing but glare at the rebellious miscreant. “Hehe, that’s what I thought. That's a good doggie.” she smiled wryly to herself and chuckled. She turned her back to him and refocused her efforts, Nasus' menacing shadow quickly eclipsing her as he swiftly approached from behind.

"YOU WERE WARNED.” he roared as he raised his left hand. A blue aura began to emanate from Nasus’ godly form when suddenly a beam of light shot from his hand directly towards Qiyana. An eery silence filled her ears and simple blinking became a struggle as everything in her world seemed to slow to a crawl. His fleecy right hand reached out from behind her and clasped it around her neck, gradually lifting her into the air. Adrenaline kicked in and an excited panic took over as she weakly grasped at his enormous hand, she frantically, but playfully, clawed at his fingers in an effort to break away, her slim and athletic legs kicking freely. “You thieving little whelp… You need to be put in your place." he grumbled as he tightened the grip on her throat.

"Erh.. ugh.. Wha.. do you think.. YOU are.. doing??" she choked out, her mischievous and bratty tone layered thickly into each word.