A faint hissing? A humanoid shadow? This had better be something she could fuck or stab (or both, as usually happened with her) or she was going to be royally pissed.<br/><br/>When her ever-present companion changed her tune, Thorn just had to chuckle inside her head.<em>Thanks for setting the mood, Suzie.</em>She jested, referring to her Coadjutor by the pet name she had chosen long ago, since she couldn't be assed to remember the demon's long-winded real name.<br/><br/>Drawing her two Short Daiklaves made of Vitriol-tainted Jade, she bounded after the shadow.