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Helena glared at the man despite the fact that the pain from her shattered bones was near enough to make her pass out. She still had sufficient fight in her to attempt to sink her teeth into her captor's hand when he went to fasten the mask over her face, motivated more out of sheer spite than anything else. On some level she knew that getting out of there with her legs broken and useless as they were was a pretty remote possibility, but she still tugged against the bindings for nay sort of weakness in them.