An extremely angry mother

Scarlet was furious. Her rage was palpable, like a storm about to unleash. She glared at Strax with utter disdain, her eyes glowing an intense shade of red, reflecting all of her anger. Without saying a word, she stepped closer to Strax and, with a swift movement, grabbed his neck with crushing force. The pressure was immense, but Strax, in his position, could do nothing but struggle to breathe.

"You... think you can have fun, distract yourself with these... childish activities while I give you the chance to learn?" Scarlet's voice was low and threatening, each word laced with the poison of frustration. "You really didn't listen to me, did you?"

Strax felt his feet leave the ground as Scarlet effortlessly lifted him, not breaking a sweat. His breathing became more difficult, but he knew he had to stay calm, he couldn't lose control in front of her fury.