[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Richard nodded slightly in agreement with Charlie that the others would notice the blood. Yet the assassin couldn't help but point out the problem. [color=Olive]"If they come out that way. Jakobsen would be clever enough to hire apt people. They could have diverted the others, or covered it up with another sort of accident."[/color] His words were spaced out between pained breathes as his head felt dizzy. Digging his nails weakly into the meat of his palm, the man's face was a mask of pain.

Then again, they weren't out of luck completely. Even if she was not the older and more adept, Thalia the younger could be able to aid them. [color=Olive]"Thalia, my dear, don't happen to be able to use your powers, can you?" His words clashed in a strange way as the man fought to think straight through the pain. Being shot did that to people. As did bleeding out.

[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Ayita ducked her head slightly, her eyes not meeting the others as she turned her amber gaze away. There was enough wolf in her still despite her powers being gone. It was habit now more than anything else. [color=ForestGreen]"If there is hope that he might change his mind, perhaps. I do not know or trust much of human kindness."[/color] And with good reason. She had seen the brutality of humans. Had been hunted enough. That her first instinct had been to kill the hunter spoke of her mindset. She was in the mode of sheer survival and that- for Ayita= was a dangerous thing.

Wrapping her arms tightly about herself, the younger Laine sighed pressing her head to her knees as she fought back the worry and instincts, that while they were not aided by the beasts and birds, were still there. Her own mind, her own instincts. Urging her to fight to flee. She was injured and thus fighting would not be a wise move. Sighing a small whimpered noise. [color=ForestGreen]"It is a rare thing."[/color]