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"Raising his weapon" ahahahahaha....

''Wrong link btw, Dust. I'll put up the right one.''

"He's a sinner, and all sinners behave the same way when you hunt them." Vale replied to butterfly-girl's earlier question. "They either run, surrender or fight. Since the Devil's already destroyed another hunting party earlier, it's unlikely that he will surrender. When he fights us, we will have the perfect excuse to kill him."

Although she resented her partners, she didn't want them getting hurt because of her own selfish goals. Vale considered it her obligation to keep them alive during the mission, except for Vert. She already wanted to tear out his throat anyway.

Butterfly-girl was innocent, and didn't deserve to suffer anything. As for Tana, well.... if anything happened to the little girl, Vale was sure her teammates would come for revenge. And though she was confident of defeating them, Vale did NOT want to risk being [http://rwbyfanon.wikia.com/wiki/Thread:134498#14 scythed in the arm again. ]

In the lounge, Vert continued insulting her, but the young assassin wasn't fazed. Instead, she selected a few ingredients from the shelves and made herself a drink while replying to his questions.

"My name is Vale, and it's my job to execute sinners like the Crimson Devil."

She filled a blender with milk, then added her own guilty pleasure. Strawberries, cranberries, cherries, maple syrup, marmalade, and an unhealthy amount of any sweets she could find on the shelves. Sugar was a rare delicacy for Vale, one which her mother rarely allowed her. When she had the chance, Vale did not hold back her cravings.

"Or maybe," a mischevious smile painted her lips. "i'm actually working with the Devil? I'm leading you into a trap, and when you're all dead, we'll be slaughtering and robbing villagers together, terrorizing the town and nobody will stop us." she bluffed, and noted with pleasure the angry look on Vert's face when she described such atrocities with a casual attitude.

Revving the blender a few times, she poured a diabetic slurry of pink fruit and honey coloured syrup with barely any milk left into a glass tankard, then carried it over to where her partners were seated.

In a calculated move to annoy him even further, Vale sat directly opposite Vert, sipping her milkshake slowly and deliberately. Challenging him over the rim of the glass with an acid glare.