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"Ladies first," Ulrich said in a languid, yet challenging tone. Caitria scowled softly at his response; she was aware of how out there her suggestion was, but at least she was trying, even if she was grasping at straws.
"Oh, shut up," Wren let out a groan, tugging at her restrained and mangled hand before letting it rest in her lap. "If you all break your hands . . . we’re fucked. Just rest . . . while you can.”
The following silence was quickly broken by Frankie. ". . . Now what?"
There was a soft sigh escaping Wren's lips, before the open her mouth to scream at the top of her lungs. "Hey! Asshole! MOTHERFUCKERS!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! HEY! Fucking pussies! HEY!"
It seemed as if Frankie was equally as alarmed as Caitria was. "Wren!? Shut up!"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Caitria muttered, more to herself than Wren. Provoking the guards wasn't smart if Wren was currently as weak as Caitria thought she was.
Caitria watched, slightly alarmed, as the guard began to approach Wren. The redhead, contrary to what Caitria thought was going to happen, attacked the guard, beating him up to near death before snapping his neck to finish the job.
"Dear God," Caitria whispered under her breath. Compared to her father, or any other valiant superhero out there, she was a bit more morally flexible, and accepted killing with open arms if it was necessary. After all, killing and death was part of this life Caitria had chosen. However, what Wren was doing was perhaps a tad bit unnecessarily brutal. Nonetheless, Caitria couldn't blame her; Wren had been tortured and beaten - she was bound to feel at least a little bit vengeful.
Wren handed the keys to Lilith, freeing the blonde so she could help rid the others of their cuffs. Caitria extended her wrists, nodding in gratitude as her handcuffs fell to the ground, unlocked.
“Let's go,” Lilith called out. Caitria cautiously stepped out of the cell, peering around the building as if someone was suddenly going to jump out and attack them (that was certainly very likely, at the moment).
"So, what's our plan?" she asked the others quietly - she didn't want to yell like a madwoman in foreign territory. "If we even have one right now . . . "
"Oh, shut up," Wren let out a groan, tugging at her restrained and mangled hand before letting it rest in her lap. "If you all break your hands . . . we’re fucked. Just rest . . . while you can.”
The following silence was quickly broken by Frankie. ". . . Now what?"
There was a soft sigh escaping Wren's lips, before the open her mouth to scream at the top of her lungs. "Hey! Asshole! MOTHERFUCKERS!! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU! HEY! Fucking pussies! HEY!"
It seemed as if Frankie was equally as alarmed as Caitria was. "Wren!? Shut up!"
"What the fuck are you doing?" Caitria muttered, more to herself than Wren. Provoking the guards wasn't smart if Wren was currently as weak as Caitria thought she was.
Caitria watched, slightly alarmed, as the guard began to approach Wren. The redhead, contrary to what Caitria thought was going to happen, attacked the guard, beating him up to near death before snapping his neck to finish the job.
"Dear God," Caitria whispered under her breath. Compared to her father, or any other valiant superhero out there, she was a bit more morally flexible, and accepted killing with open arms if it was necessary. After all, killing and death was part of this life Caitria had chosen. However, what Wren was doing was perhaps a tad bit unnecessarily brutal. Nonetheless, Caitria couldn't blame her; Wren had been tortured and beaten - she was bound to feel at least a little bit vengeful.
Wren handed the keys to Lilith, freeing the blonde so she could help rid the others of their cuffs. Caitria extended her wrists, nodding in gratitude as her handcuffs fell to the ground, unlocked.
“Let's go,” Lilith called out. Caitria cautiously stepped out of the cell, peering around the building as if someone was suddenly going to jump out and attack them (that was certainly very likely, at the moment).
"So, what's our plan?" she asked the others quietly - she didn't want to yell like a madwoman in foreign territory. "If we even have one right now . . . "