[She's not going to give him the satisfaction of showing her pain -- or at least, she's going to try and hide it as much as possible. Even if she isn't physically weak, he's got a significant height advantage on her, and it makes it harder for her to stand her ground. Thus, she's pushed into the wall and feels some of the wind leave her lungs through the grip he's got on her throat.

Fiona pulls in a deep breath to make up for what she lost, but she's still grinning like a kid who got caught drawing on the walls out of spite. She knows she has the advantage of him not being permitted to kill her, Evelyn or no Evelyn, and that gives her confidence she might not have had in her current predicament. Athena had been right about one thing -- there was a certain high that came with danger.

She's feeling it now. Even if she didn't have a reputation to uphold, there was that.]

Is that supposed to scare me? I've been chased down by monsters ten times your size. I've been thrown out of moving vehicles. Try me.

[And for good measure, she gives a hard tug on the cord to try and snap it.]