Everything had fallen into Nickeline's hands, laying on just how she had wanted it to. Nysa, her little girl squire, had fallen back and off the roof. She wasn't entirely disappointed that he grabbed onto the edge and desperately flailed to hold on but neither did she seem happy. She stood there, towering over the squire while she pondered what to do. She could step on his hands, almost guaranteeing he would fall but she didn't exactly want that blood on her hands. If he fell, he fell but it wouldn't be because of her... at least not directly. She could live with that.
"Win," she said, her hands pressing against the hole in her chest. She covered it, and also pointed to herself.
A smile on her face positively gleaming should Nysa have the chance to look up, she waved to him and then walked to the other side of the building. One last look behind, she disappeared from view as she jumped down onto a balcony below and then into the darkness of the alley. She had been victorious, and just as Camelot had shamed her she had returned the favour to Nysa. Although he might not see it as a particularly bad thing, Nickeline was absolutely gleaming. She had the chance, she had you in the palm of her hands. Your life is hers now. Remember that.
