For a moment, silence reigned in the alley.
Their "threat" still hung in the air—if you could even call it a threat—and the three simply looked at each other, as if trying to confirm they'd all understood correctly.
And then... Sylphie let out the first shot.
"Pfffff... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" She doubled over, clutching her stomach, nearly losing her balance. "You... you are... my God... HAHAHAHAHAA!"
Irelia's eyes widened for a second, then let out a slow, almost feline laugh, which grew into a deep, teasing cackle. "Heh... heh... HAH... HAH HAH HAH HAH HAH!"
Amélia, who usually remained more serious, tried to cover her mouth, but failed. A muffled giggle escaped, "hihihihi," and soon turned into a full-blown fit. "HIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIHIIIII! AAAAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The sound echoed through the narrow alley, bouncing off the walls.
