She, too, must have inherited the love of battle.

Twonette was trembling with fear.
"Ah, Sir Max, it was beautifully done," said Yolanda.

"You sprang upon the rock with the quickness of a panther, and the blow was dealt with the strength of a lion.

I saw it all.

When your battle-axe rose above the robber's head, death was written on the steel.