[color=ed145b][h3][Center]~Lyra Anderly~[/center][/h3][/color]
[@Rune_Alchemist]

Lyra was still hiding, waiting for the group of men to pass by. She was thinking about what to do next. The smartest choice would be to go and find the Alcatraz wreckage. In fact, it was such a good idea, that it will probably occur to any other survivor. Which means that unless Lyra would be very lucky, that area would soon get pretty crowded. And she wasn’t exactly sure if she had ever been lucky in her entire life.

Before she could reach some conclusion, she heard another footsteps. From what Lyra could see from beneath her leafy hideout, which wasn’t very much, it appeared to be someone in a guard uniform. The person passed by Lyra without noticing her and then started shooting, apparently getting rid of the men Lyra heard earlier. Lyra froze in terror. The killing has caught up with her sooner than she expected. 

She carefully and quietly crawled closer to the edge of her hideout while thinking [i]‘What the hell am I doing?’[/i]. Apparently the guard was a woman. Lyra was pretty sure she hasn’t seen her before on the ship, still her face seemed strangely familiar. The woman slowly and quietly walked towards the bushes to check if anyone survived. She must not have been completely satisfied with the result, because soon there was a sound of another gunshot coming from her position.

Lyra was shaking nervously. She was considering going out and talking to the woman, but the cold-blooded execution sort of lowered her determination. Then suddenly, she heard another person crawl in the bushes. [i]‘What the hell is this, fucking New Atlanta station Main Square? This was supposed to be an abandoned planet!’[/i] she thought, trying desperately to suppress a hysterical laugh. [i]‘Maybe I’m gonna go crazy, and I’ll just stand under this plant forever.’
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Cold sweat covered her body when she finally saw the man that was stalking the guardswoman. He definitely didn’t seem like a friendly person. His face was covered in scars, but the most frightening thing about him was his facial expression – if anyone ever looked like a crazy psychopath on a murder streak, it was this guy. Excellent nightmare material.

Lyra bit her lip when she saw he has a gun pointed at the back of the guardswoman, who was still unaware of his presence. [i]‘Just wait for them to kill each other,’[/i] another voice in her head mentored her. [i]‘Now that is not a very smart thought. Because they won’t kill each other. This ugly thing will kill that guard and then, given my shear luck, will see me and kills me too.’[/i] She instinctively grabbed her staff tighter. A small flame appeared in the thin air between the tip of her staff and her other hand.

[i]‘Am I really doing this?’[/i] she asked herself, while quietly crawling from beneath the plant. The flame flickered. But the time to think was over. Man must have heard her and turned to her, faster than she would expect. The tiny flame turned into a small ball of fire and flew right into man’s face. [i]‘Hmm, did I just do that?’[/i] Lyra thought, almost surprised. Man was screaming in pain, his face still burning, when suddenly his forehead exploded, and pieces of his brain splashed on Lyra.

She blinked, absolutely stunned. Man’s body slowly fell to the ground, still burning, and revealed the guardswoman standing right behind him, her gun still in her hand, now pointed at Lyra. [i]‘Yea, I definitely didn’t think this through,’[/i] she thought. For a moment they just stared at each other. Lyra desperately thinking what to do. She knew she has no chance on casting another spell. Magic was powerful, but bullet to the head was faster.

[color=ed145b]“Umm… hello?”[/color] she said, slowly raising her free hand in a surrendering gesture.