It was by the grace of being absolutely the cutest thing alive that Liliana's shoulders were not freed of carrying the burden that was her empty head, as Alice was carted off towards a destination she'd no desire to embark towards. Silently fuming, she would bide her time, and just wait...

Upon arrival, she detached herself from the steer-turned-steed, and separated herself from Liliana. As she did, part of her attention was drawn to the old woman that drew an axe upon their arrival, and smirked in amusement. Alice liked her women with a fire in their belly and an axe in hand, however, before she could appreciate the old crone's offensive form, a Jurougumo rallied to their defense, and diffused the situation.

Shame.

Alice sighed, as she hefted Carroll to her shoulder, and set to taking her leave. However, before she could commit, she would hear the sound of a commotion and the guttural cries of a woman - it was too young to be the old crone, and too human to be the Jurougumo, so it had to have been the Jiangshi.

And, it was.

It seemed, in the heat of the moment, she had snapped; under pressure; autonomic reflex; whatever the cause, she was attacking with reckless abandon in a way that only an Undead could. It was purely poetry in motion, as she ripped apart her foes in smooth succession - beautiful, like her namesake. Alice itched to do battle with such a beast, still of the mindset of the training, and --

[quote][color=ed145b]"Atsuha, I'll restrain Hinami, web us if necessary! Orc, crush the rest! The others, do what you want!"[/color][/quote]
-- like that, the itch was soothed. Her desire to fight had evaporated like steam, as the Goblin resigned himself to the duel at hand.

Alice turned, and approached a distant tombstone - popping up on the square column, and wiggling her plush, bare bottom, as she got comfortable. Properly seated on her throne, Alice removed her hat, and withdrew one of the cups from the training zone; generating a bubble of water to fill it, and setting it on the flat of Carroll's blade to heat, as she sprinkled mushrooms in.

She seemed content to watch the battle from afar.

<[color=9b111e][i]Not interested in the fight,[/i][/color]> Carroll asks, appearing behind Alice; draping over her shoulders like a satin blanket made Human; her left hand claws stroking gently across Alice's cheek to chin.

"[color=0F52BA]I have no desire to fight so dishonorably. I will allow the Goblin his due or his death,[/color]" Alice says, settled into the personality of Jane. "[color=0F52BA]It doesn't especially matter to me. Besides, Gringor is here, as well. In matters of combat, it would disgust me to genuinely take on his aid.[/color]"

<[color=9b111e][i]You seemed so well in hand during the training,[/i][/color]> Carroll teased, bladed fingers walking toward Alice's chest; walking the curve of her right breast to the peaked summit. <[color=9b111e][i]To where did that camaraderie go?[/i][/color]>

"[color=0F52BA]To the fresh hell it was summoned from. Such a useless affair, that,[/color]" Alice says, stirring her tea with her finger. "[color=0F52BA]From the impulsive Kerry and her bee-brained schemes to the headstrong Gringor and his pea-brained tactics,[/color]" she laments, "[color=0F52BA]Liliana is simply a product of her nature and species, while Io truly a relic of a bygone era, pretending to be relevant. Useless, the lot of them in a true war with stakes.[/color]"

<[color=9b111e][i]So mean. So cruel. Oh, how I missed this side of my sweet, sweet Alice,[/i][/color]> Carroll cooed, her lips nipping at Alice's right ear. <[color=9b111e][i]If only we could be free again... unbound by the word given to that woman. Then, we could decimate the Varjans and claim their Kingdom for ourselves...[/i][/color]>

Alice moaned softly, as Carroll's bladed fingers dug into to supple flesh, and crept to her nethers to polish as her hidden blade. "[color=0F52BA]In due time, Carroll, in due time. All we need to do is play along, until the moment arises,[/color]" she says. "[color=0F52BA]In the meantime, we will just wait and watch...[/color]"

And, so, she would; content to sip her tea, while Carroll explored her body, slowly shifting from light petting to heavy petting, as the fights carried on, serving as fuel for her self-gratification.