Paisley lurked on the outside of the fight. She bent down and pulled off her jacket. The wound wasn't deep and would probably only leave a minor scar, but it didn't stop it from bleeding. A lot. She ripped the bottom him of her shirt and tied the cloth under her armpit and around her shoulder. She tightened the not with her teeth and then shrugged her jacket back on. She returned her attention to the fight and rolled her eyes. As usual, Fabine was letting someone else do his dirty work. Jayden was a skilled brawler and Favine would come in and take over once the other boy had weakened her. At this rate Sasha didn't have a chance. Not that she cared or anything. Off in be distance, she heard a scream. Her interest was peeked but she didn't move.