Spaced out.

[Ramke]

Ambre gasped for air, panicking from the assault. Her line of thought was one curse word repeating over and over again. The sudden change in attitude was something she didn't expect - she was just about to start believing they were friendly after all.

"The Roi will have you for this, you cretin!" she tries to speak out, coughing in the process. She couldn't have cared less for the Sirians she shot during the siege, thinking they were a pure, bloodthirsty and dishonourable enemy.

Normally, she would have retorted to rub it in further and retaliated outright, but the woman was already indecisive due to the chaos in her mind. Deciding not to say anything else, she focused on recovering from being strangled. The situation was really affecting her, not to mention the sore neck.