Sacha nods as Paisley leaves the fight. She then turns to face Fabine and Jayden, glancing at Jayden warily. She had never seen the boy fight and didn't trust the fact he had the stature of a brawler. "So Fabine, you're here to what? Kill me?" She asks, hoping she sounded more sure of herself than she felt, "You're not going to manage that if I have anything to say about it." She says calmly, glancing at her shoulder. Blood dripped down her arm, staining her shirt red. She sighs. She needed to have her arm looked at. Especially if they blood wasn't stopping anytime soon.

Fabine laughs coldly. "Oh really Sacha? You think you can stop me from killing you if I want to?" He looks to Jayden. "Get that bow away from her." He mutters to his fellow Brom before walking calmly forward. He smirks, seeing the shoulder wound. "It looks to me that you are having a bit of trouble keeping Paisley from hurting you. Unlike her, I wouldn't inflict such a minor wound, we both know that." He pulls out his dagger and holds it forward a bit.