“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.”
from “The Mourning Bride” (1697) by William Congreve
I would say this is what fury looks like. The triumphant woman with her foot on the severed head, her arm raised dramatically as she sheaths the murder weapon. And turns her back on the mutilated body twisted in the deep shadow.
I would cower in the corner, too, if I were the maid.