Rosalie was forced to take a few steps back to keep some distance between herself and Gore who had decided to take a closer look at whoever was intruding. She could only guess at what was going through his mind, but going by what she had seen earlier, she had a few ideas. Sizing up a dragon wasn’t the best of her ideas, Rosalie would admit that, though anyone who has ever been protective of something or someone would know they needed to act. If she didn’t do anything, she would hate to come to regret it afterwards. Speaking of regret, she was regretting this very moment.

She had to raise her arms to shield her head from the dirt and bits of rock sent flying as a result of the creature whipping his tail downwards, the girl losing balance and dropping into a crouch as the ground shook at the same time. Was this his warning to her? How subtle. She was lucky that the dragon’s roar had drowned out her yelp of shock and surprise. Rosalie, when facing something or someone, would rather come off as a person who knew what she was doing instead of someone who relied on pure luck. There was a fair bit of luck involved, but the outcome was entirely based on how she chose to act. She had not forgotten the man who had been her chance at obtaining information, and it seemed neither did Gore by the way he eyed the blade warily. It was a clear threat to him, but he was more of a threat to her considering the strength he still had if he had been willing enough to make a display by shaking up the earth she stood on.

Realising that her hands were trembling, she forced herself to breathe in slowly and deeply but it was difficult to do so when her heart was beating wildly and telling her that panicking was the only thing she was capable of doing. She had gotten herself into it, and she was going to get herself out. She needed to be sure of that and as tempting as it was to run away, she might not be presented with such an opportunity again - if people could even call it that. Rosalie would have to at least try.

Yes, she was selfish and maybe even greedy, but was it wrong to pursue her own goals? That was the reason why they were usually personal, weren’t they? The person wishing to accomplish whatever they set themselves out to do would want to gain something by the end of it. Rosalie was out here for information, but with Glenn dead, who else did she have to ask? It angered her that she had lost her chance thanks to this overgrown lizard with wings, but maybe she could come up with another way. 
A few strange huffing noises coming from the dragon caused Rosalie to immediately flinch out of the fear that he was going to breathe fire over her, but that scorching heat did not come. She frowned, a little frustrated now. Was he mocking her? Acting upon rage was the last thing she wanted to do. Her father taught her that much. “You don’t believe me, do you?” 

She couldn’t afford to reminisce over old times. If she was going to think about it, she was better off [i]doing[/i] something about it. Gore just served as an unexpected obstacle; one who just turned his back on her too easily. She would have yelled to get his attention back to her, but it wasn’t needed and for a moment, her eyes followed his, landing back on the blade which she still carried. The blood it had been smeared with was finally beginning to dry, but a sword was a sword and it was not as if it had been completely broken. With quiet sigh, Rosalie dug the blade into the ground and slowly took a few steps back from it, eyes never failing to leave Gore. It was risky, but just about anything involving the dragon was. Perhaps she would have a better chance at speaking to him if she wasn’t carrying the blade. She just hoped she had made it clear enough that she had no plans for battle. 

“I’m sure you’re aware that the owner of this blade is dead,” she said slowly, eyes trailing over to the arrows still embedded in Gore briefly, “and though I could attack you for taking him away, it’s not what I really want. I was hoping that maybe we could negotiate something...” Again she paused, but only to gauge Gore’s reaction. There was a chance that he might not be used to this new age, yet, and she wondered what he had been doing all this time if he had just vanished. Technology had advanced so much since the last battle against the Blood Dragon and she was sure he had had enough of the new weaponry in a span of minutes. It was difficult to watch him tend to his wounds, in all honesty, so she settled with staring at Glenn’s sword in the ground, only looking up occasionally. “You can’t exactly go back up there, now, can you...?” Her sentence was somewhere in between a statement and a question. It occurred to her, then: Did Gore understand what she was saying or was she wasting her breath? She supposed she could look for some sign, but whether Gore would be willing to cooperate was a different matter altogether. Would it have been insulting to ask that? Perhaps. “Maybe you would like help with those arrows?” [i]Maybe that’s a better question to ask.[/i] She thought, waiting patiently.