Paisley understood Sasha's game... The talking, the distancing herself from the target; it was all in an attempt to distract her long enough so she could fire her bow. The Brom smirked widely. Why not humor the girl a little? The outcome of the battle was decided from the moment Paisley got in close range. A little spice to a battle never hurt anyone. "I'm not trying to kill you Sasha. What do you think I am? A heartless lunatic?" She chuckled a little and raised her fists, the dagger- which she was now wielding in a backwards style- still clench in her fist, "I'm simply bored. Can't you help a girl out and fight? I would appreciate it." Sarcasm laced her voice and she chuckled at herself.