[The bandit responsible for costing her a trip to the tailor gets punched a little harder in the chin than is strictly necessary. Castille is not the fastest fighter around, and she tries to make up for that with a methodical approach and brute strength. Having someone around with speed on their side is a nice change of pace. Between the two of them, the number of their assailants quickly dwindles. More thanks to Qrow than her, admittedly. Whoever said that slow and steady wins the race has clearly not been in a knife fight.
She peers at the last one she's downed and frowns, nudging them with a foot.]
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She peers at the last one she's downed and frowns, nudging them with a foot.]
They never listen, do they?