(some shipping thing idk lol)

Rifle-Scythe was now captured by you (Ban Hammer), or, maybe you was thinking like that... You both were sitting at the octagonal table. She sits on chair, crossed her legs, leaning on chair, and put her hands behind her head, looking at you with piercing, judgmental look hidden by fake smile. "So what do you need from me, dolt? You think you can just throw me back in the cage? Hell no." She said with snicker, glancing over her weapon, laying on table.