Shit, the knights were here! No time to fuck around, Siiga had to protect this old lady before they did her any harm! Pulling the mask up around her face to protect her from the gas, Siiga drew her sword, a cruel and wicked looking blade, and held it defensively

"If you made it here, that means Stretch and his boys are either dead or ran away," she sighed. "I always gotta do everything myself, don't I?"

RIP in pepperoni, you magnificent bastards. A waste of skin and bone, the lot of you, but good friends and good people. They wouldn't be missed by the world in general, but they would be by Siiga. Her smile was twinged with sadness. No more jokes. No more drinking games. No more robbing rich bastards who pissed themselves when their guards were subdued. It was like an era of her life had passed by without her realising it. She never even said goodbye.

"But we're not dead, not all of us. I'm still here! So have you got the guts to finish the job, or am I gonna have to clean your blood out my coat tonight!?" 

The older boy wanted to engage her, but Siiga wouldn't give him the privilege. From what she'd just witnessed, those scraps of paper had some kind of spell on them. Siiga didn't know what those spells were, but they couldn't be good for her and hers. They needed to go. Then, they had to die.

"Not a cat person, huh? Maybe you prefer dogs?" As she spoke, Siiga waved her free hand roughly in his direction. Maybe he would flinch, maybe he wouldn't. But surely everyone would give pause at the sound of a low growl reverberating around the chamber. Behind Dremmick, two snarling wolves stepped into the light, drooling lava as the assessed their target. Siiga didn't even need to tell them what they had to do, but she said it anyway. "KILL!"

The wolves would prove more of a challenge than the lion. For one, there was two of them, and they knew pack tactics. If Dremmick focused on attacking one, the other would surely savage him. Hopefully it would get the younger lad's attention and he would come to help. Siiga sheathed her sword for now. Her only immediate threat was...

In a single bound, Constance would find her path suddenly blocked by the bandit. She grinned behind her mask and reached out, grabbing the poor girl and drawing her in close to her chest. "May I have this dance?" she taunted, one hand wrapping around Connie's waist and the other grabbing her hand, stopping her from using the paper. With a reckless swing and a trained grace, she took the girl through an impromptu waltz. Somehow avoiding stepping on her toes with those heavy boots of hers, Siiga swayed her back and forth like they were the only two in the world.

Eventually, she took the poor girl for a dip. Green eyes met red, and at some point of the dance, Siiga's mask had slipped down, revealing her face. There was a quiet, tense couple of seconds, letting Constance drink in her captor's face.

"You're lips look lonely" came a breathy, husky whisper. "Maybe they'd like to meet mine"

And like that, Siiga went in for the kill. She pressed her lips against Connie's and kissed her with all the passion of a young lover. At the same time, she snaked her hand into hers, trying to wrestle the paper from her.