Gracelyn blew through the door, and this was all Freya needed to spring into action. She charged past her comrades, who was earning their first kill of the night, and spotted a soldier across the way who was watching his friend's throat get cut with a wide stare.

[b]"You,"[/b] she called, thrusting a pointed finger towards him. Magical energy began surging through her body, coloring her figure with a blazing green aura. [b]"Watching's rude. Let's have our own fun! [i]Lights out[/i]."[/b]

The soldier readied his rifle, but Freya was quicker. From her finger came an orb of black that rocketed toward the soldier and stuck to his face, engulfing his entire head in an inky cloud. His grip on his rifle fumbled and he fired into the floor, while Freya closed the distance between them. Her feet met the floor with booming thuds as she wound up a haymaker with her right fist. On impact, the spike of her gauntlet smashed through the soldier's chestplate, piercing deep into his chest and injecting him with Poison magic. Freya kicked him off and he staggered backwards, clutching the hole in his chest. He fell back against the wall and slid down as the poison drained away his last bit of life.

Freya spun around, her right gauntlet dripping with red. [b]"Alright!"[/b] she cheered. [b]"I give him two points for getting a shot off."[/b]