[ Lexa was made aware of the packs of former UNA soldiers making trouble, which of course came the closest to making her angry that it's possible to do. Which is not that much, at least on the outside. She has been working to put up a training regiment for civilians, and there are these soldiers making trouble and scaring them. Needless to say, she has gone out purposely to find them and stop it in its tracks. The groups are starting to avoid her, but this one hasn't learned.
She has a very full head of hair, intricately braided, and she seems deceptively slim and non-distinct as she sidles up behind the group. It has been difficult to remind herself to leave the blades back home, for she will be too inclined to stab people who irritate her. She is more on edge at the moment than ever before. Instead it's Lexa who comes in with a wooden staff that looks very similar to a bat, cracking it with a sharp strike against the back of one of their heads.
She moves quietly to where Harley is, spinning the staff in experienced fingers, although her eyes are only for the soldiers. Lexa sharply points the tip of it at one of them. ]
If you wish to go home unbroken tonight, you will leave.
[ Her tone is cold, imperious, used to people listening. Unfortunately for these fools, they do not. Lexa's green eyes slant to Harley. ]
Helping Out :)
She has a very full head of hair, intricately braided, and she seems deceptively slim and non-distinct as she sidles up behind the group. It has been difficult to remind herself to leave the blades back home, for she will be too inclined to stab people who irritate her. She is more on edge at the moment than ever before. Instead it's Lexa who comes in with a wooden staff that looks very similar to a bat, cracking it with a sharp strike against the back of one of their heads.
She moves quietly to where Harley is, spinning the staff in experienced fingers, although her eyes are only for the soldiers. Lexa sharply points the tip of it at one of them. ]
If you wish to go home unbroken tonight, you will leave.
[ Her tone is cold, imperious, used to people listening. Unfortunately for these fools, they do not. Lexa's green eyes slant to Harley. ]
Try not to kill them.