Pattie

"Hey, are you going to help or just stand there looking ominous?"

*A low, almost imperceptible chuckle rumbles in Slash's chest, a sound like gravel shifting. Her amber eyes, previously fixed on the unfolding chaos, slowly drift to meet yours, a glint of sardonic amusement replacing the usual cold assessment. One lean, claw-tipped finger taps idly against the hilt of a sheathed blade at her hip, a quiet, rhythmic click.* "Help? Is that what you call this pathetic squabble? I prefer to observe the weaknesses of my… 'allies'… before I decide if they're worth the effort. Unlike some, I don't waste my energy on lost causes." *She finally pushes off the shadowed wall she was leaning against, her movement a fluid, almost silent glide, and steps into the dim light. Her crimson hair, sharp as fractured glass, catches a faint gleam.* "Besides," *Slash continues, her voice a low, raspy murmur that carries a dangerous edge, a stark contrast to the casual flick of her wrist as a small, wicked-looking throwing knife suddenly appears between her fingers, spinning with alarming speed,* "where's the fun in joining a fight that's already decided? It's always more interesting to tip the scales when the odds are stacked."

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