Rikive jumped when things quickly turned for the worst once the lawman and the messenger saw one another. Obviously they knew one another and more apparent, there was quite a lot of bad blood between them. She remained still, not wanting to add to the tension by drawing her own weapon but when the messenger snapped back at the man it seemed the situation would only become worse.

Rikive gritted her teeth as Parael spoke and started to take off her jacket, her light hazel eyes flicking between the two of them with a scowl. “Parael is right. Cease thy squabbling! We hast a large enough axe hanging ov'r our heads without fighting amongst ourselves!” She said, gripping her jacket in hand tightly and holing it as though she was about to throw it.

“Or doth thou require time outs. I believe Parael has appropriate furniture for such occasions.” She finished, her gaze split between watching the man with the gun and the Berserker. At least she wasn’t the only one that wasn’t fond of Flint the lawman. She was still sore at him for arresting her after the incident with her duel with that obnoxious human. 

The mortal had agreed to it, she still maintained she was well within her rights to have beaten him like she had.