( She's breathing heavy, veins defined in her neck as she swings around to hit the guy again—

and he's still. The chain that was around her neck hangs from his fingers, and she carefully disentangles it, holding the ring tight in her fist. Too ready to fight, almost shaky with adrenaline, Sarissa finally looks to the source of the voice. )

Um. Yeah. Bloody fantastic.

( Chipper and cheery, downright cocky, as she looks between the guy that spoke and the other three. ) Seems like a handy kinda talent. That, or they are very good mimes and this was an elaborate set up.