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There were no further need for words at this point, Ridly though. Both of the duo had forwardly admitted to the attempted assassination in her eyes. One of them being apologetic about it for some strange reason and the other was so full of herself that there was no doubt she was looking to finish the job right here and now. Ridly's fist clenched up at her wiffed grasp, glaring at Kylli with gritted teeth as she barely stood to listen to her explanation and apology.

She wouldn't buy it. That girl was essentially begging for a way out of her wrath. But, through the tirade of threats and intimidation from Bec, something dawned on her. What was that guy saying now? Ridly had never specifically stated that fire had been traded between herself and the stranger in the trees. She wasn't as dim witted as first impressions might give. Something was definitely wrong here.

Her snarl lightened a bit with eyes shifting between the three people challenging her to make the first move. Ridly wasn't about to seek revenge on someone unless she had no doubt they deserved it. This was the case moments ago, but now she wasn't too sure. She clenched a bundle of her loose pants, frustrated with the situation she was in, even if it was her own fault mostly.

"One of you was aiming to kill me out there," she growled, eying her suspects and accusingly pointing at Bec as she walked away, "So, someone better give it up. Now, or everyone's getting hurt." Unlike the neighboring minds, she wasn't seeking to kill anyone. At the least, she want to show them that she was nothing to be trifled with. The problem was that it was even obvious to herself, three on one in a fist fight would not go well for her no matter how highly she praised herself. Empty threats and the hope that someone else would see it her way were her only defenses at the moment.

"You," Ridly barked, turning her hand to Kylli, "You have guns and you knew exactly where I would be in the forest." She gestured over to Lance, "Tryhard here comes in spouting off things he shouldn't know, with a projectile no less." Stomping forward, she followed a few steps after Bec's retreat, raising a fist up with a shout, "And you better keep walking before you get wrecked! Nothin' but a snot nosed bitch looking to make a fool of herself!"