It never a pleasant experience to be found waiting on someone who assured you that they would arrive more than a few minutes ago, and even less so when one was doing so in the middle of a battle, whether it be the worry of a friend or the anger of a commander compelling a large figure to grumble to his cohorts the scene ultimately might have been a sweet one if not for who they were. Ultimately it hard for one to sympathize with the concerns of a bunch of cutthroats when they seemed to currently be loading a bunch of whimpering and wriggling bodies who were bound both in rope and burlap sacks, it seemed that the plunder of Hargeon had been quite the successful enterprise, or would have been if not for the timely intervention of an icy icon and her marvellous manservant.
“Oh darling, you'll have to forgive them, I'm afraid!” The former of that pair speaking up with a crisp tone that was flooded with a mix of excitement and yet also frosty sentiment, the sound of clicking heels and the sight of swaying hips accompanied the dry with of Charlotte Caldwell, and for once she seemed to be greeting a stranger not with a cold gaze and mildly curled lip but rather a smile on her face. Albeit a sadistic one.
“Unfortunately, they were delayed by a sudden case of deadness~? But don't worry, I'm sure you'll have a chance to see them again soon, boys!” After all there little greater pleasure in the world for a girl with an inclination toward sadistic fashion than disappointing another in so sensational a fashion, Charlotte spread her arms with the blade she had borrowed earlier in hand and shrugged dismissively as she spelled out what her and her amiable associate had done with their vanguard, and made sure that she warmed up the blood of their next 'course' good and proper with the condescending confidence in her tone.
The fuck you think you are, you blonde bitch?!"
“Well, I could tell you, but unfortunately for you…” Certainly seeming good at that job if the irate response that she received was anything to go off as well, though mystified at why the fools would want something new to call her when they already sounded like they knew everything they needed to about who she was, all that Charlotte could do was smirk and shake her head as the idiots drew their weapons then lunge forward in order to seize the initiative from them.
“I don't waste my time talking to the trash!” Dashing onward in order to take them by surprise even after the magnificence of her entrance, the blonde beauty made a beeline right toward the biggest of their number partly because she wanted the satisfaction of chopping the biggest 'dick' at this party down to size with her own hand, but also because she tended to assume that lackeys usually fell apart without their leader as well. Naturally that act of course would leave her back unguarded, and against such a group as well, she was confident nothing would come of this fact either. After all, her backup needed something to keep him amused, didn't he?