[color=gold][b]Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross[/b]
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Her head bent down, the emotional pain evident on her features. Selva was a soldier, she was supposed to be able to distance herself from her comrades enough to not be so distraught with their deaths. The life of a soldier, after all, was one filled with encounters such as this. But still...

She remembered Thomas, who she drank under the table more than enough times making him reluctantly doll her out her winnings on the bet.
Or Mary, who was small but powerful and looked up to her as a big sister.
There was Peter, the cold intellectual that only Selva could manage to force a smile out of.
All the others individually different in all their own ways.

They all had their own lives, their own families. They all had dreams and aspirations, personalities, memories... how could all of that be crushed in such a short instant? They were so alive. So full of energy, ready to face tomorrow...

[i][color=pink]"Selva, can you train with me?"[/color]
[color=lightblue]"Ms. Bladecross, fancy a game?"[/color]
[color=green]"Oh no, I'm not losing again! Cmon, another round Mjolnir!"[/color][/i]

Selva remembered their smiling faces greeting her joyfully every time she entered. Now, those happy faces were smothered in death.

Slowly, Selva lifted her face just enough to glare daggers into the robed man, her features ready to kill on their own, only offset by the smears of makeup from tears rolling down her face. [color=gold]"Not one joined you, I guarantee it. They're all dead, and you stole their lives from them! We know nothing of a vault! How dare you play god?! They were innocent!"[/color] The giant of a woman stood tall, towering over the robed figure as she clutched the bars with such power that if they weren't magically enhanced they would snap like faulty twigs. [color=gold]"When I am released, I shall not live amongst you. I will make you regret the day you were born!!"[/color]