[color=gold][b]Selva "Mjolnir" Bladecross[/b]
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[color=gold]"Char...?"[/color] Saying his name, Selva almost felt her voice crack. No... he wouldn't have, he was the most loyal of any of them. But her thoughts were sidetracked in disbelief as the white haired man left the shadows, tinged with the evil mark marring his skin. This was like a nightmare that Selva just couldn't bring herself to believe. She stared out at her ex-comrade, the betrayal sharpening her features.

[color=gold]"Don't apologize. Its me who should be sorry for ever thinking you had any morals or loyalty."[/color] The poisoned words left her mouth in quiet daggers, eyes a blistering charcoal.

Before Selva could protect her nose and mouth from the powder, it was too late. Her vision grew blurred as the huge woman fell to a knee, and eventually onto her side, the last image of Char and the cultist burning her sight before she blacked out.

Waking up with a throbbing headache, Selva began an attempt to lift her hand to her head in a robotic jerky way, but was cut short by the tight rope binding her. The soldier woman glanced around her frantically, similar to a cornered wild animal trying to assess its surroundings. Selva blinked away the fog over her vision, glaring pointedly at the three before her. If anything, it was more surprising they were able to drag the woman of pure muscle all the way here, never mind tie her up in a chair. The other point of interest was her equipment, Selva making sure to keep an eye on God's Fist warily. [i][color=gold]If I could just untie myself...[/color][/i]

"[color=00746b]Now to save you some trouble we have brought you here, I know the Vault is somewhere linked to this room. Char told me each of you had a piece to the puzzle and yours is the last I need. Now you just need to tell me what I need to know.[/color]"

Her hazel eyes shot to Char hatefully, rolling slowly back to the third cultist. A defiant smirk twitched the corners of her lips, eyes narrowing as she gave her curt response: [color=gold]"Drop. Dead."[/color]

Then, everything seemed to happen in a flash. Crashing noises stirred the cultists' attention and drew it away from Selva, the woman already getting ready to pounce. Even without full range of motion or her hands, she figured she could still take on scrawny little punks like this... it was Char she was more hesitant on fighting barehanded- or, rather, barefooted.

Her eyes widened as the flash of silver reflected to her. A blade. So, this was how she died? At least she would never share the secret. Selva closed her eyes, preparing for impact. But, instead, she felt the ropes fall to her ankles. The blonde woman opened her eyes, raising her hands to glance at them in disbelief.

"[i][color=00aeef]I'm sorry Ms. Bladecross, I couldn't help the oth....[/color][/i]"

Suddenly, the voice stopped. Selva leaped her to feet, knocking over the chair carelessly to kneel by her bleeding comrade, tears pricking her eyes. [color=gold]"I knew you would never... Dammit, Char, don't you dare die on me! Just hold on, I'll get you out of here soon. I can't... lose everyone..."[/color] Her fists clenched as she stood, glaring out of the part in her blonde hair. [color=gold]"YoU... YoU bOtH wIlL pAy FoR tHiS."[/color] 

Selva snatched up God's Fist in fury, the jewels seeming to reflect her passion with their glow brightening. [color=gold]"YoU sCuM!"[/color] The hammer fell down on the earth like a quake, the entire cave seeming to shake from the force of the blow and a large crater left in its wake. The hammer lifted again, a ferocious yell leaving the pained woman as the weapon's head swung at the sides of the cultists. If it hit, it would send one flying into the other with inhuman strength, only to end up comically smashed into the wall. Selva readied another hit with the mighty weapon, eyes blazing with hatred.