Of all people who chased you down throughout your existence, of course it HAD to be the desert outlaw. She was quick on her feet and had pretty good accuracy, likely managing to shoot a bullet or two through one of your limbs, if you were unlucky enough.

Right now? She was playing you like a fiddle, as per usual. Scythe's heels clicked against the warm sandstone, walking through the thick cloud of sand with a smirk crossing her lips. The rifle in her arms quickly switched into the outlaw's signature scythe, giving off a bright turquoise glow through the darkness of the structure itself.

"My my, yer' more fragile than I thought..." She chuckled lowly, soon coming to a stop just barely a few feet away from you. With a slight grin, Scythe's prosthetic claw reached down to grab hold of your chin, the artificial hand's golden talons threatening to dig into your neck as she forced you to look up at her.

Scythe's sole white iris stared down at you for a good second or so, taking up whatever expression rested on your face/demeanor you've taken before quickly forcing you back on your feet, her talons now grasping onto your collar.

"'Tis was a fun game of cat 'n mouse, but I do believe it's time I take ya home, sweetheart." Another chuckle left Scythe, her grip tightening on your collar, "As much as I'd wanna go on, work's gotta be put first. Don't be stubborn, now..." The demon attempted to drag you along with her, the scythe being held over her shoulder in case you decided to be dumb and so much as squirm away.