[i][b]With the Leader...[/b][/i]

[color=fdc68a]"Love? Blood shed? No. We love our leader, and we would do anything in His name, including the act of killing."[/color]

[i]Even here,[/i] she thought to herself with growing frustration, [i]His reach is inescapable. [/i]

Each footstep towards River was slow, contemplating. Her mind went into overdrive, trying to consider the possible options. Upon viewing an Earth local, she felt no love for them nor any disdain. If anything they were simply 'cute', holding the features of one of her own with not even a tenth of the potential. Adorable indeed. Stopping in front of River and the soldiers which held her, directing her words at the leader still. 

[color=fdc68a]"Most, at least."[/color]

It was a brief movement without any warning, both of her fists shooting out simultaneously and slamming against two of the soldiers to either side of River with all the force of a tank. Launched back into the walls of the ship, the two would likely survive given their tough disposition. With a nod of reassurance to River she faced the Leader, the Thunderlance booming into existence. Bellona's eyes ignited with Source-energy once more, lowering herself into stance.

[color=fdc68a]"A few reject Him and would rather see Him destroyed, and His allies removed from existence."[/color]

Bellona - no, Gladiator - lunged forward, ramming the techno-mystical spear out in an attempt to end the fight quickly via impalement, her strike carrying all the might her perfected body would allow, the spear practically howling through the air as it shot out.

[color=fdc68a]"You face one of the few!"[/color] She roared, engaging in battle with their leader.