Soot had pushed herself with surprising force, rocketing back off of the chest of the spirit-clad sorcerer and slamming into the couch. Knocking it back as she toppled head over heels. Disorientated, the painter rolled forward onto the floor and staggered to her feet. She adjusted her dress carefully, dusting it with a few measured pats before turning to address the Firewheels.

“Now, I Don't know about you. But [i]I[/i] thought we were all here for a nice game of cards. Now, a little rowdiness is to be expected... but, if this is the expected level of decorum…” Soot pointed over her shoulder at the raging Rose “I think I'd rather cash out. You can keep her as compensation for my Ante” 

Soot sauntered to the table and rested a hand back on her sword. “Only seems fair, no? Given how poor of a sport she’s been” 

Her voice was strong, but the painter was shaking inside. She tried her hardest to maintain a wry smile. 

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Rolling to Defy Disaster + HEART
[6+4]+2 = 12! 
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