Gracelyn tossed her hair back. Or at least he would have, if she had any hair. She was starting his march to the ballroom. She had no one to dance with, of course. It really didn't bother her that much, she didn't prefer to dance anyhow. She was just content to sit around. Boring night, boring life. She got around near the ballroom when she saw a little scuffle break out.

"Oh my." She remarked watching the fight. it was always fun to watch people beat each other up for no reason, it gave her a little pleasure watching them hurt each other. They beat each other up and it went on and on. It seemed to be two versus one, which made it always more fun to root for the underdog. The larger one had been knocked out, and the guy had pinned the remaining one down to the ground. He seemed to be talking to the one he had pinned down, and he looked rather angry at him. The one on top looked rather familiar, now that she looked at him. "Well. This is rather interesting now isn't it?" She gave a small cackle, that only she herself could hear. "Guess I better go help out him out then. Wouldn't want to be a bad friend, now would I?"

Gracelyn walked over to the now wounded Jericho. In her way was the muscle bound brute. Giving him a quick kick in the head, she sauntered over to Jericho. Her body moved like a snake, wriggling and writhing in an almost S-shape. "Hey hey hey now buddy, easy there my red haired comrade. You look rather injured, don't want you getting hurt more now would we? Here. Let me help." Gracelyn made sure to quickly cover him, helping him out to walk.