Larxene lifted the girl by her arm as soon as she reached her, the kunai twirling in her hand with careless grace and ease. Larxene was far too familiar with her weapon of choice, and far too unconcerned with the actions of those around her.

When Death had attempted to her her, she dodged with uncanny ease, a testament to just how fast she truly was. None of them stood a chance against her at the moment. Especially not Laharl, for all his haughtiness before their first encounter.

She looked down at Flonne, and stopped twirling her kunai. "Oh, but aren't you adorable~!" she said sweetly. "And loud." The last part said in a not so sweet voice, as blade met the flesh of Flonne's arm. "But I like loud," she said, glancing at Laharl out of the corner of her eyes.

She drew the blade down slowly, ignoring the red stain of blood on her hands.