[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] The Institute
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Richard felt a nerve twitch in his jaw as Marygold whirled and smack down his orders. His eyes and gun, however, remained trained on the vehicles and dealing what damage he could to them. Richard was a relatively decent man by some standards. He cared deeply for his little sister and would risk all for Ayita. He even gave a damn about the Stark girl, though not to the same degree. Guin had the backbone and spine that made him want to be around her and antagonize her to some degree. The fact he did owe her one- potentially several- was not lost on the Adder.

Not getting time to dwell, a shot knocked Richard from his feet. The Adder swore viciously as he got back up, shrugging off the aches and pain. He couldn't stand down and he could take more than these foolish brats. Giving Marygold a glower that by all rights he hoped would send the little weed running to the Blackbird herself, the Adder hissed in a venomous voice. [color=Olive]"Go play with your lamb Little Mary. You may have been in fights and survived but I've been in wars."[/color] He let loose several more shots at the human OMEN's cars. Carefully aiming and firing as quickly as possible. [color=Olive]"My body can take a hell more than yours can. Now get the hell down to that plane and let me bring up the damn rear, little weed."[/color] Richard's jaw was set in a firm line as he snapped at the child. She was more than half his age, but it was a thing with the former soldier. Women and children were out first. Mary classified as that whether she wanted to be or not. A ugly truth settled in Richard's gut as a man who he assumed was the older version of Pietro sped by calling him crazy. Well, that was true then as it was now. But it also worried the assassin, planting a seed of doubt he'd be getting out of this alive. [color=Olive]"Healing factor. Not much, but reptile."[/color] The explantion was all he was giving and there was a set look in the Adder's eye. He was preparing for death and for once? Richard felt fear of breaking his word. Something he tried to never do.

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[center] [b][color=ForestGreen]Location[/color][/b] The Institute
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Ayita flicked her eyes at Amni, confusion filling the amber orbs. [color=ForestGreen]"Sweet fangs-?"[/color] She muttered more to herself rather than anyone else in the room despite the dire situation. [color=ForestGreen]"My fangs are hardly sweet."[/color] A puzzle expression crossed the shifter's face as she tried to work out the literal way she took the statement. Was this one of those things people called expressionism which is why people drew pictures that looked nothing like what they were looking at? Nina's words however snapped the younger shifter from her thoughts. With a nod, she turned to follow the Professor.

Pausing as she passed Amni the woman sniffed pointedly. Her thoughts conveying over to Amni's mind, though words were said if it seemed her thoughts did not reach. [color=ForestGreen]"Caution is essential to survival. Life does not give second chances and I am unused to how humans work still. I though your appearance within my territory was odd and a attack shortly after was too much a strange thing for me to dismiss easily."[color=ForestGreen] Her fangs bared in a threatening smile that wasn't not meant to be threatening as Ayita blinked her amber orbs slowly. [color=ForestGreen]"Not threat."[/color] She declared purely mentally to Amni and moved with a predator's grace after the professor. Her long legs easily catching up as she shook her auburn hair from her face.