xxxxxxxU L R I C HxxZ O D
xxxxxxxxxxparentage: Dru-Zod
xxxxxxxxxxoutfit: Gala
xxxxxxxxxxhex: #4c0000
Energy was being drained from his body while his blood was set on fire. It was a wonder he was still able to witness Wren cause another scene. His brows furrowed and much like his cellmates, wish she'd shut up, but didn't want to waste his energy hissing the words. It felt as if he couldn't afford to, his eyes could barely stay open. Wren got the guard by surprise and finished the job causing Ulrich to sigh out in relief. Mostly because there was peace at last.
Suddenly it seemed a figure appeared over him - he dozed off for a split second and Ulrich met Lilith's eyes, though admittedly with some effort. “Hey, listen, if anyone passes out or isn’t holding up well, get them out okay?” He nodded to show her understood and was rewarded with his restraints being thrown away. “Or take a bullet for them. Whatever gets us out in one piece. From here onwards,” she added consciously.
His darkened veins slowly faded from his neck, face, around his collar and chest, and wrists - though those were just the visible parts of his skin his somewhat dishevelled suit showed. But it looked like a good night in comparison to the fate of Wren's dress. Hell, suffering some kryptonite cuffs compared to the fate of Wren was better. Lilith used Ulrich as a brace while he was caught up studying the red-head, making him scoff halfheartedly then climb to his own feet.
“Let's go.”
He took off his jacket and held it out to Wren. If there was anybody to snarl and sneer at an offering of a jacket, it'd be her and her ego, but he still offered. And his arm was hers to take if she wanted a hand up as well. Meanwhile two of the blondes crept towards the cell door. Ulrich paid them a glance then switched his gaze to Frankie then back on Wren. He couldn't promise to get them out in time without a graze if trouble occurred nor take a bullet for them, but he'd try, so he wanted to keep them in vision.
"So, what's our plan? If we even have one right now . . . " Caitra asked quietly.
"You go scout the building, tell us the best escape route, how much fire power we should expect, and we skip into the sunset," Ulrich answered easily and headed towards the speedster. "At least that'd be a decent plan if anybody were expendable. But we probably shouldn't risk splitting up," he answered more sensibly and bumped her with his arm gently, even offering a small smile. An indication of a joke, or so he believed.
"My plan honestly is to avoid getting caught and killed." He crossed his arms and shrugged.
Ulrich pursed his lips glancing at the floor then down the hall. In truth, he couldn't help but feel disadvantaged by being unprepared. He didn't know what laid in wait around the corner and generally there was this looming sense of unreadiness. He rolled over an important question in his mind and eventually, chose to ask it. "Are you ready?" The question was directed to all of them but his eyes found Frankie, the most honest and kind-spirited one. The one with the most to lose if things got messy.