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located in Descendant Tower, a part of Descendant Academy, one of the many universes on RPG.

Descendant Tower

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Character Portrait: Wren Wilson Character Portrait: Frankie Parker Character Portrait: Caitria Allen Character Portrait: Lilith Isley Character Portrait: Ulrich Zod Character Portrait: Anastasia Petrovna Character Portrait: Harley Williams Character Portrait: Haldor Thorson
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"Is that necessary?"
Ulrich gave Frankie a questionable look before Wren argued her point. The context was all suddenly there. Wren wanted a rampage, and Frankie wanted to avoid excessive violence.
Ulrich sighed through his nose, and his eyes darkened. They were going to make it nowhere if they wasted time arguing among each other. As long as they locked into one method, and preferably all survived, that's what mattered. But the hostility seemed to disperse quickly- more so through tolerance on Frankie's side.
As long as their verbal differences ended, and they didn't disturb the plan, that's what mattered.
"You have X-ray vision, right? Do you think you could find us the fastest and most direct route out of here?"

Ulrich nodded and took three strides out of the cell. "We need to make a detour." He froze. His fists clenched together and he suppressed a groan.
"There are others that are trapped here too. We could use the help and we can't leave them behind."
We!? Where did this we come into it?
He didn't see it but he felt a few of them follow Wren to rescue the others. He sighed out and recomposed himself. His gaze penetrated through the walls. The soldiers appeared to be littered in the halls, everyone one of them armed. There was no easy escape route. And the only direct route he could find was through the walls. Suddenly an alarm wailed, and the lights shut off to illuminate the halls in red.
"Go!" Wren shouted.
Ulrich flashed ahead suddenly and took the first lot of soldiers rounding the corner. He broke one's arm, pushed another into a wall with such force that it caused a dent and scolded another.
Corner by corner, he'd speed ahead and glance back at the group to make sure they weren't dragging too far behind and weren't heavily outsourced, outmanned and outgunned.
"Almost there!"

As if cursed, he heard the thundering boots of more soldiers and scanned the walls just to confirm it. Heavily armoured, with lots of fire power. Ulrich cringed and put his shoulder to his ear. Focusing his senses with the alarm and lights didn't do him any favors. Ulrich barged into the wall, once then twice trying to create that new direct route out. But before the third, the soldiers were there and Ulrich stood with his fists clenched and chest puffed out facing them. He could take a few bullets, until the rest kept them occupied or weaved through them like obstacles or helped break the wall down.