eyeing the lamp the way a taliban soldier would eye a captive hollywood producer or madison avenue account executive , she commenced her attack vocal with a deep rumble in her chest , and as it climbed through the registers to a sopranoish scream , she raked the sword ( poker ) through an arc from two oclock to eight oclock , smashing it into the shade and through the rather hideous cloisonn body of the lamp , into the sandalwood base .