Vhalla was vaguely aware of Sebastian retreating behind her and then through the crowd. She didn't expect someone she had just met to stick around to join in a fight nor did she particularly want someone to do just that. Shrugging her shoulders slightly at the fuming men before her, she simply offers them a maniac grin as she lets a hand brush her side where the dagger slipped a touch too far and broke her skin. Her blood coating her hand, she dares a glance at her hand and sticks out her lower lip, pouting, "Boys, that was not nice," she gestures with her bloody hand.

That was when Paul lunged towards her where she could quite literally see the steam shooting out of his ears. Laughing, she dodges his touch before lightly placing her hand on his back to give him just enough of a shove to have him sprawled on the floor. Careful not to catch her blade on anything in the near vicinity, she lets her back rest lazily against the bar to keep both the first offender as well as Paul in her sights. The first offender now wary of her blade, she watches Paul get to his feet, spitting onto the floor, a split lip adding quite the ugly characteristic to his face.

Though Paul stays in his place, he reaches into his jacket and pulls a gun, a steady hand pointing it at Vhalla's chest. A daring grin touches her lips though she mentally curses herself for not checking what weapons he had on hand. Paul simply gestures over her head at the first offender and he takes off through the crowd to the staircase. Watching him leave, she's surprised to make eye contact with Sebastian whom he had the third man sprawled across the ground. Offering a wicked smile, she watches as the other man makes his way through the crowd.

The assassin had to admit she was pleasantly surprised that Sebastian had not fled the scene he had simply gone after the third rogue. "Eyes on me, bitch," Paul seethes drawing Vhalla's attention back to him. "You know, I really hate that name," she responds with a sigh before she faces him, letting her blade snap back into her suit. "Does it look like I give a fuck?" he snarls and the assassin can't help but hide the grin stretching across her lips, though a twinkle of amusement dances in her eye, "We can do this the easy way or we can do this the hard way-," he's cut off by the interruption of Vhalla's laughter.

"You're really not pulling the hard way or easy way nonsense on me, are you?" her laughter rings out again over the noise of the music, drawing the attention of a few close dancers. Finally noticing the gun on the premises, a scream erupted over the noise and people began to frantically rush the door, humans getting trampled as chaos broke out amongst the attendants. "Now look what you did," she clucks her tongue at him before lunging towards Paul, knocking the gun away and breaking his wrist in one smooth movement before the gun is in her own grasp.

The disgusting warm metal caresses her hand as she scrunches her nose at it. Why anyone ever carried around such an obtrusive and obnoxious weapon, the assassin could not understand. Quickly disassembling the weapon, the magazine hitting the floor as she then slides the empty weapon across the bar, ignoring the screams of the customers. Waltzing over to Paul who now is crouched on the floor, holding his wrist to his chest, glares up at her with hate filled eyes. "Why exactly are you here?" she purrs at him as she lowers herself to the ground, inches away from him, "We were hired to do a hit on someone names Ceara," he grunts, surprisingly honest. Perhaps he preferred his own life. Vhalla simply sighs at him, shaking her head at him, "You're pathetic," she says as she lets the blade snap free from her arm again.

Horror twists his features as he suddenly lifts his bloody hand to grasp Vhalla, "Please, I don't want to die!" he exclaims in terror, his blood wiping across the sleeve of her suit, "I also don't like to be touched," she says to him before bringing her fist into his temple as he slumps to the floor, unconscious. Letting the blade snap back into her face, she stands, looking down at him in disgust before making her way through the crowd towards Sebastian to see how he had been faring in the flight.