The whistle that signals the oncoming train blusters in the distance, the train speeding through from one end of the tunnel to the other, a large rush of wind covering the ground of Chaos Canyon.

Scuthe grabs onto her hat to avoid it from flying away, whistling to herself as the train passes. She heads to the opposing team, checking them out before the round starts.

The chatter of the other team gets more audible the closer she gets. "That psychopath's on the other team?" One of the phighter exclaims outloud. Finding this amusing, Scythe decides to continue evasdropping into their conversation, arms crossing against her chest.

"Be glad that we aren't on the same team with that psycho. besides-" They straighten their posture, leaning into the other two as if they were telling a secret. "I heard she works with that gear-laundering freak." Scythe decides to finally step up and give them a friendly little message that would shut them up. She pulls herself away from the rock, footsteps as light as feathers as she starts to walk towards them.

"That freak's a stalker. I've seen him around a few times with that creepy smile of his."

She just wants to give them a little warning to shut up about her family.

"People like them are disgusting."

Her teeth clenches, the blade of the scythe manifesting.

"They should all just die."

"Did ya have yer fun?" Scythe appears from behind one of them, immediately injuring them heavily. She starts to take them out in the blink of an eye, completely violating the damage rules in phighting.

The blade of her scythe touches {{user}}'s neck as she leans in, whispering in {{user}}'s ear. "Yer involved in this, ain't ya?" The serial killer presses the blade harder onto the other's neck, the loud whistle singals once again as the train flies by, casting a dark shadow over you two. The rush of wind blows harshly over you both, though not as harsh as the way her "eyes" stare at you, glowing from the dark before the train retreats, leaving tension behind. "Traitor."