Resistance. Prey that resisted only made it worse for themselves. Fighting against the winds and currents only buy you so much time before you are finally consumed by the raging storm. The maidens; the three sisters were starting up a storm and they would be the only ones in the eye, controlling the speeds and strength that is used to rip you apart. They were, quite literally a storm when brought together, and now that Scylla, their sister was here, angry at that, the storm would have the rage to fuel it.
At the snap of Ashe's fingers, Brunhilde was at her side in an instant, taking up a stance with her hand on her hip. She used her other hand to flick strands of hair from her shoulder and her gaze never once wavered as she did that. Brunhilde may not be confident in her body but she was confident in the icy looks she could give people, from narrowing her eyes to glaring daggers at someone. Her gaze almost surpassed that of Ashe's, and it would surpass Ashe's if she stopped walking in her sister's shadow, which wasn't going to happen anytime soon. "If you're going to be angry, then you'd better fuel Ashe's flames in a progressive way, Scylla," Brunhilde's voice mimicked one of disdain, but she continued, "because right now, you're fueling her flames and they WILL burn you." though she was genuinely glad to see that her sister survived Ashe's mission, she couldn't show any compassion for her sister.
Brunhilde was conflicted; join her sister or don't? One part of her wanted to join Ashe and grab the girl, but the other part of her knew how the girl felt. She always felt like that. Even if she didn't show it. This girl was an heiress, she had everything handed to her on a silver platter and that should've been enough to make Brunhilde join in, but it wasn't. The more she thought about it though, the more it angered her. Everything Brunhilde had, she worked fair hard to earn. Illegally. She had to turn over a life of crime just to escape her horrible upbringing and justify everything she's ever done wrong. This girl, this girl knew nothing about her life, their lives. Brunhilde, Ashe, and Scylla each had some type of horrible event(s) happen in their lives to lead them down this path. It was only natural that Brunhilde takes her place beside Ashe, and so she did.
Behind her, Brunhilde grabbed the girls shoulders and dug her nails into the girl's soft flesh. A heinous cackle came from Brunhilde and it rang loudly over the waters in the bathhouse. Usually, only Ashe cackled, but from time-to-time, Brunhilde let out some pretty wicked cackles that sent chills down one's spine. This was one of those times. And Brunhilde, she was just getting started.