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[h2][center][color=ed1c24]Cayde Selmy[/color][/center][/h2]

Using the hilt of the blade, Cayde knocked out the guard he'd been fighting, finally putting an end to the man's screams of pain from the broken leg. At least he was alive, which was more than could be said for Homura's opponent as a small splatter of blood landed on his face. The redhaired warrior wiped it away as best as he could, but all it really did was smear sanguine liquid. He let out a disheartened sigh, closed his eyes, and gave himself a moment to think. Only seconds would pass when those azure colored orbs reappeared, filled with a determination which hadn't been there before. He wanted to escape.

Looting the guard's belt for the attached sheath and radio, Cayde approached his fellow escapees. [color=ed1c24]"Take what you can from them, especially the radios. They'll be helpful in avoiding any massive groups we may stumble across and help us rendezvous back up if we ever get separated. If their armor fits you, take the parts that'll protect your vitals. Helmets, breastplates, vambraces, and so forth. Leave the rest though, we don't have time to take it all,"[/color] he advised.

Once upon a time, Cayde was a captain in charge of an entire small company of soldiers. Now here he was with only six fellow misfits and abysmally low odds to ever even see the exit of this prison. Despite every bone in his body telling him to turn back, the soldier stood his ground, ready to go through hell with his new comrades if it meant leaving their cells behind.