xxxxxxxU L R I C HxxZ O D
xxxxxxxxxxparentage: Dru-Zod
xxxxxxxxxxoutfit: Gala
xxxxxxxxxxhex: #4c0000
Wren was taken because she provoked the guards, not without a final wink to her comrades before her neck was snapped and she was pulled out of the room by her hair. Even Ulrich was rendered speechless by the events. Though there was a particular protectiveness to it circling around the mysterious new guy. If they hadn't threatened to take him, would she torment them so much or wish the victim of torture luck. Ulrich glanced to his shoes in thought. He might have done the same for a selective person or two.
His gaze lifted when Caitra was the first to speak, offering that one of the guards had a temper and that is was good news. Emotional manipulation was a handy tool even if it was fueling anger and adrenaline in the enemy. Could cloud their judgement. Then again Wren had that effect on people.
Lilith grew frustrated, Frankie grew hopeless. Ulrich wasn't an idiot, the situation wasn't at all ideal and it looked like their fate were in hydras hands but they needed their heads up. Maybe not literally but if there was even a remote chance of escape... "So what's the plan when they come back for another one of us? Make them angry? Distract them?" Ulrich's head rested back on the wall staring at Caitra waiting for some plan to blurt from her mouth. Then his eyes shifted to Lilith. "Why don't you lure them towards you? Humans are stupidly susceptible to pheromones. The rest of us can figure out how to get the keys. Since Constantine is fresh out of magic tricks," he added pointedly, though the same could be said about him.
Where was his strength and powers to bust them out? Once he was out of his restraints the soldiers would be welcomed to a world of pain. This is what prisoners must have thought about Zod and himself. "At least they want us alive. For now."