[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Aw, bloody-- look what ya've gone and done!" Pete clutches at his hip with a grimace of anguish, half-slumped over the railing. His feral eyes glare at Tsaerri up the ramp.

"I DON"T NEED YOUR HELP!" Tsaerri sees a massive bandit wind up and clock Syrgei flat on his back with a sledgehammer. "IDIOT!" she screams down at him, not really caring if his fancy coat protected him or not.

More important things to worry about...

"Wow, that looks painful." She smirks at Pete as she advances on him, flipping her sword in the air.

"Gahhh, come'on Tsae, I taught y'everything y'know, ya don't gotta do this."

"Wow, you know I hadn't even considered that. I do NOT, in fact, have to kill you." She shrugs. "I still want to, though."

"By th' Gods, why? I never did nothin' but good for ya, you'd'a starved it weren't for me. Don't look a' me like that, I never e'en touched ya, Gods know I should'a bent you over--" He finds it suddenly difficult to express himself with the barrel of Tsaerri's pistol inside of his mouth.

She doesn't even dignify him with a retort, looks in the other direction as she pulls the trigger.

A strange weight of weariness descends on Tsaerri as she makes her way back down the ramp. I'm suddenly really tired of fighting.