Even despite Darcy's complete anguish at having been forced from bed, he possessed an obedient calm. He seemed carefully systematic. Including in the way that he sought to appease her as he always did. She was the queen and at that moment, he was her general and Tetradore her sword. Her instructions were clear as to what she wanted to take place and there wasn't a singe ounce of hesitation as he moved with haste to dress himself in an outfit of functionality. The chain necklace she'd given him stood proudly on display like there was no question who he belonged to. He might of well wore them like her colours. Yet, he only took mere moments to dress, in a way that she found almost fascinatingly fast.. How men could ready themselves so quick, she would never feign to understand. Yet that thought was quickly chased away to a near burning one that scorched her mind even though she would rather see it banished. Even so, she could taste them well within her mouth, like lead on her tongue.

It was clear.. There was something she wished to say, it was displayed upon her features, in a rare display of foriegn emotion and yet entirely perplexing as though it didn't belong there. She still stood ever the composed goddess, shoulders squared, spine straight, with pale hypnotic eyes that held unspoken secrets that she refused to speak of here and now. Before a battle.. And yet it was that very thing that drew it within the center of her mind. How she attempted rid those thoughts from her mind... that fleeting sensation of a thought of 'if'... If they lost... she forced to obliterate to obsolete nothingness as if it never belonged upon her tongue, in her mind..

Not her. No. Risque replaced those words with a final order... relying on Darcy to bring some level of organization.. Before meeting her once more upon the rooftop.. The highground. A plan they had discussed before even though it wasn't entirely... the exact plan they had crafted. The she-devil took it upon to herself to see to that.

A curious look fluttered upon her lover's features as if he saw everything that drew across her features, but said nothing, only tipped his chin in a nod in agreeance. There was nothing left to say. No foolish whimpering sentiment. They were beyond that. He uttered her name... as he reached for his chosen arsenal to strap to his waist with a belt. He looked ready for battle.. He looked.... Good.. even in the very little time he took to get dressed.. She could not deny it. She said nothing, only narrowed her harsh gaze to fix solely upon him even though her thoughts remained distracted by the upcoming battle. His gaze remained elsewhere, focused upon that belt. She needed to get ready not waste time on.... Watching him dress, although for a moment she hardly seemed to mind. She caught a single eye as she began her own process of dress, his accented words cut through the quiet of that room like a cold blade. The words took a moment to settle for the barest of seconds. Her lips soon parted to utter in complete denial to his outrageous statement! That was not what she was going to say... How dare he assume such a thing! Her gaze narrowed before he took off in a flash as if he knew she intended to throw the nearest object to her hand at him. Her lips began to curl and he took off with faster speed she thought him capable of.

"I am not worried." She all but hissed into the dark, the vacant space where he once was. Let alone that unspoken command that he was not allowed to die. As though that was all that was needed to ensure it, her command. There was no time to deal with that now, not when she could hear hounds signaling cries just outside. But she would not forget that smugness of her lover than.. That near mischievous look within his eye.. That bold arrogance! Worry? Her? Had the world gone mad?

Risque moved further into her closet, a muttered curse upon her lips after ordering the attendance of her pets. That message nothing short of vague as if she expected Tetradore to figure out her cryptic words. In what seemed liked record time for her, she readied herself within her own battle garb and armed herself with knifes and various other blades. Far more useful to her than Darcy's guns.. While she had already proven she could shoot... they were hardly her weapon of choice.

The battle could wait. As if she refused to enter that battleground looking nothing short of her best. Like the titaness she was. After all, she had been planning that very outfit and weapons for months. It was perhaps one of the reasons why she gave the order to steal Cade's hounds.. Not that she would admit it outloud, that she wanted that reason to wear that outfit.

Darcy could handle the preliminaries without her like a general commanding an army. Syn had become an organized flurry of activity, that soon formed into a battleground. They were in dire need of that leadership even if they had been trained and ready for this.

Only when fully dressed did she emerge after a look at herself reflecting, deeming herself acceptable. She took in account the numbers of her reclaimed felines at her disposal. They never did quite obtain the same numbers as before the 'incident'.

Tetradore was already there, looking about as pleased as he always was. Two shots could be heard from upon the rooftop. The battle had already started. The pair of men... her met peered down at the action below. It rippled across for miles, it felt like a needy hum. A vortex for violence, bloodshed and how it called to her like a discordant tune, mesmerizing... tempting to her as she wanted to rip through the masses without mercy. To pelt them with her power... her very being. But to do so at the wrong time would have been catastrophic. She knew it and almost wanted to ignore it all together regardless. But she was smarter than that. Had lived long enough to exercise the tightly bound control she used on the world around her.. On her self. She did so with a series of breaths she hardly needed and yet there was something about the simple act of breathing that was grounding.

Soon, an unnerving calm settled upon her, like a blanket of cool, clear, lethal composure. Her mind was no longer riddled with those thoughts that only amplified her frenzy. Instead, she became death incarnate. Feminine, ruthless, hungry, the promise of sweet nothing.

She remained purposefully unseen, as she heard Darcy's southern accent amongst the sounds of battle as he spoke to Tetradore finally uttering another command to pick up a gun or turn feline. It was that she refused to remain unseen.. She stepped forth toward the pair in her battle leathers and armed to the hilt. Each stride drew her toward her pet and her lover, eyes trained upon them. "Lest you forget that I survived more? Perhaps I grew impatient with your waiting game. I forced their hand, finally. At least now.. Cade has no choice but to come out of his dark little corner... on our home turf like 'you' wanted." She dared him to speak out against her, even though it was hardly the time for a true squabble for Tetradore to get in the middle of. Did he forget? That luring them here had been his idea? She simply.... provided that catalyst when she would have preferred to raze everything of his to the ground on her terms alone.

Her attention swiftly shifted to her moppy haired pet, who looked like he actually put attention into his attire that day. "Leave the shooting to Darcy.. My pet, I want to see your claws. You should stick to your strengths." Why was it when she spoke, it was like there could be an insult or something else sharp and barbed hidden within its melodic and alluring words. Her eyes narrowed, her gaze fluttered about as if looking for the little rebel she had told him to bring. Yet where was she? He didn't disobey her did he? He wouldn't be so foolish.

She heard the canines amongst the fighting below. How she loathed the sound within her space. Hounds.. She could smell their unpleasant odor of them waft on an idle current prompting a look of disgust to cement upon her features. While the weakest attempted to fight. This wave of fighters were young, barely trained, throwaways. Syn's ranks would rip right through them, it was no question. This seemed far more like some kind of diversion. "He's planning something." She uttered coldly, yet an entirely obvious statement as she allowed a burst of power that controlled her felines to organize them.. She focused on a unit of tigers, splitting them off into the fold, taking down the stray fools that put too much distance from the others.. An enemy dead was still a win. Her gaze seemed focused on her controlled felines as they moved below, acting out her will. All while Darcy quickly disposed of the vampires that attempted to scale the wall while her tigers focused on ripping her targets to shreds, without mercy beneath lethal tooth and claw beneath a bloodlust haze. It was the first waft of that scent.. Heady and magnificent that caused her to draw it in with a savouring breath... and it awoke something terrible within her. Something fearsome beyond what she already was. That wind that carried on that breeze sent her midnight unbound hair to silken wisps on the wind, her clawed fingers curled into her palm before unfurling to pull out some of her throwing star blades, tossing them idly into targets below as if she were merely playing with them. She hardly wanted to deplete her powers all at once until the enemy showed their hand. Everything had to be calculated at least until she tired of it. Which at this rate was quickly approaching.

She scanned the battle below and there was no sign of Cade, not anywhere she could see. Yet she knew this couldn't be everything. The the lack of numbers told her that... it was the perfect...set up for a distraction, to focus their forces, when a far more larger assault formed elsewhere. That was why she only sent a small unit of felines to attack in bursts, to pick off the weak which wasn't hard. Several hounds were already left severely wounded and fell, dead or dying on the blood stained concrete a pretty shade of red.

The vampires were green at best.. It was all too easy prey.. Too sloppy. What was he planning? She didn't like being this sitting duck... this waiting game upon that roof.. How she wanted nothing more than to hunt and tear through them until she found what she wanted. To pluck their leader out like a weed he was. But first, she simply needed to find him.

That was when movement caught her eye. A vampire needled its way through the throng of fighters below.. Right for the unit of her tigers that remained under her sway. He moved like it was his only purpose.. He circled them as if looking for an opening... a predator... seeking to pick off one of them at a time, positioning himself to make himself hard to see. Distracted by this far more trained vampires moving to disband her felines. No he didn't. She drew closer to the side, leaning into the bannister, eyes narrowed... aware of her surroundings and yet this was the first sight of a true threat. He buzzed around like an irritating fly. When suddenly he struck... finding a tiger that had just finally wrapped its powerful jaws around an enemy vampire's throat... his talons ripping into flesh and bone with frenzy... only to suddenly be ripped away.. That was when this assassin moved with vampiric speed... He grasped the tiger by the tail before she could control it. The very act caused it to roar and attempt to twist around... but it was futile. He tore it apart with a mere dagger and his prying hands.. It brought a hiss to her lips.

"Tetradore.. Stop that." She extended a taloned-clad finger and pointed to the vampire down below that sharp command uttered completely without so much as looking at him... It was clear who had been marked for death, for surely this was one thing Tetradore had excelled at. While she knew there would be casualties, she refused to sit by and watch it happen. That one vampire, however, was only just the start.. Soon... there were others just like him. They dispersed through the commotion, aiding their comrades and yet offered Darcy perfect target practice if he could get a clear enough shot. They tried to fit in and yet there was something about the way they moved with distinct, trained purpose that made them stand out even through their attempts at hiding.

There were bigger things at play, as she suspected.. and even larger threats on the horizon, only a fool would not anticipate it.. All while, a small unit of Cade's men had climbed the other side.. One of Syn's lookouts cried out a fevered warning that caused Risque to whirl around at that immediately choked out sound... when the largest male she had ever seen ripped his head right off.. Heading right for them next with an gleam of murder in his dark eyes.

The brute looked more than four times her size.. Having been followed by few others.. She didn't so much as balk as an all too feline grin crept upon her sinful lips as if one of theirs hadn't just been sent to his death. She hardly recognized their fallen look out, a man of little consequence. Especially in the wake of how those vampires had climbed that wall without being noticed until the last possible moment. A question she would have to concern herself with later, after they had been cut down. In a swift moment she threw one of her stars right into the mans chest and even though it met purchase with flesh, it did nothing but enrage him more... he bellowed loudly as he thrust himself forward with vampiric speed. So angry... and all she did was throw one teenie tiny blade.