xxxxxxxU L R I C HxxZ O D
xxxxxxxxxxparentage: Dru-Zod
xxxxxxxxxxoutfit: Gala
xxxxxxxxxxhex: #4c0000
Ulrich scoffed slightly as his suggestion was thrown in the scrap pile. Logically it made absolute sense to throw it away since there wasn't much chance of success but he'd like to see them come up with something better rather than sit and look like damsels.
He knew a girl that would fight and struggle with every fiber in her being - even when it could be an annoying and troublesome quirk, he secretly admired it. God he'd be dead if Gwen knew how much he liked it. And she's the one he fell asleep thinking of, in a happier place for a while.
When someone entered the cell, Ulrich peaked an eye open. Wren looked like hell though even that was an understatement but at least she was in one piece. Zod and Ulrich used to break people almost as well. It must've been fun to torture someone with rejuvenating abilities. They could really experiment and go wild...
As these more insensitive thoughts played through Ulrich's mind, the girls conversed on what happened and what was happening.
Wait, what was happening? Ulrich had been cuffed by kryptonite for too long, it was hard to be attentive to his surroundings. "...breaking our hands like Wren is doing in attempt to relieve ourselves of these restraints is, unfortunately, the best option we have."
"Ladies first," Ulrich dared lazily, more so towards Caitra and even tried a smile. She was fine to suggest it, but he didn't see her twisting and bending her limb in odd ways.
He couldn't break anyone's hand in his condition. How was he, and the others expected to break their own? Ones with rejuvenation and strength still in their being, sure.
Once he was out of his restraints, it'd be open season. Once, his peers were all unbound as well. That was part of a rule apparently. Saving first then revenge. Or justice.