Ash waited at the end of the alley, arms crossed across her chest, studying the woman who made the mistake of seeking refuge in this dark alleyway.  One that would cost her a great deal, something she already knew judging by those widening eyes and the way her rapid breathing brought musing thoughts to the forefront even as the rogue stepped forward and her crew stepped in to block the exit behind Celeste.  A gold tooth flashes as Ash smiles, "Yah ouh lat', lassie."  One finger rises, shaking from side to side, "Tsk, tsk."  The accent is dropped as she steps into the light, a rich figure hugged tightly in midnight leather, a wicked dagger and sword on her right hip.  She reads dangerous all the way to the subtle sway in her hips, a woman familiar with dealing pain and maybe someone who even enjoys it.<br/><br/>"Now, you're probably wondering about now if someone will hear your screams and come for you.  I'm sorry to report, they will not."  Ash says as she strolls closer, tone light and conversational.  "I am sure, positive really, that you are judging the odds of you escaping on your own."  The smile widens, catlike, revealing a second gold tooth.  "You will not, I am sorry to say.  You are ours."<br/><br/>"Now, with that out of the way, I am sure the next question is rather we will harm you or not.  No, we will not... unless you fight us.  I, and my friends back there, can show you things that the moon would be ashamed to shine down on as you scream up to it in rapture.  Or, we can beat it out of you, inch by inch, until there is nothing less than a moaning mess where once a woman was."  Ash lifts fingers, surprisingly tall for a human, to brush fingers across Celeste's cheek.  "Now, are you a survivor or a fighter?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>