[h1][b][i][center][color=ForestGreen]Ayita Dyrkin[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Ayita sighed in relief as she felt her powers fall back into place. If there was a way to describe it, it was like a mental click. Similar to someone turning the volume up on a television. The wash of instincts and rancor of rage that rushed through her made the woman stiffen and grit her teeth. The one good thing of the powerless was the quiet in her own mind. This babble of swelling ire and fury at the walls and the hunters who caged her was not a uncommon- nor unreasonable- response, but Ayita found it tiresome. Odd considering how much she utilized her powers, and the different way of thinking that came along with it.

That way of thinking could only agree so much with Pietro however, as the shifter herded Thalia from her cage. [color=ForestGreen]"Brother."[/color] The younger Laine warned sharply, as her amber eyes fixated on the silver haired speedster. Allowing the full force of the beasts and birds that dwelt within her to glare down at the presumptions of man. Finally she turned her attention back to scooping a gun off one of the guards. While she was as imitate with these weapons as her bow, the principle was the same. Point, shoot, and reload after a bit. [color=ForestGreen]"We need to get moving."[/color]

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=Olive]Richard Laine[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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Richard paused in his steps as Pietro voiced his opinions. Turning his chiseled features slowly towards the younger man, the Adder narrowed his snake similar eyes in disdain. His lips tightening to deliver a harsh strike that would be figuratively poisonous. The sharp word from Ayita paused the former rogue assassin. Counting to ten, he let out a long sigh. His glare never lessening as he gave the younger Pietro a stern look as if he was considering shooting him. Which he was. [color=Olive]"How do you think Guin will feel to hear that, Maximoff? She's been human most of her life. Her family's human, dimwit."[/color] Raising a brow, the British voice was too calm for the situation. [color=Olive]"There's a difference between 'No Mercy', you two pump-chump, and my shoot first order. I'll hold my fire for one damn second- which is more than we have. It's survival when we are outnumbered and outgunned. It's [i]situational[/i], you empty headed Little Silver Spoon!"[/color]

Richard sighed and shook his head, muttering unkind things about Guin's 'Little Silver Spoon'. A name he seemed to be taking a liking to the nickname. Though the situation in the hall was far from peachy. While there was a possible exit via a stairwell, there were also several guards- agents! The assassin wanted to groan aloud, and proclaimed in a undertone to the group. [color=Olive]"Fifteen- from what I can see. However, there is a stairwell straight to heaven- rescue!"[/color] The Adder groaned aloud as Ayita shot him a dirty look. [color=Olive]"Bit of a bad pun there, sorry! Basically, goal is to hit them quickly, and take them down. There's seven of us. Two each at least? Oh and Speedy Spoons, aim for those furthest if you can. And try not to hit me."[/color] Richard cocked his pistol and kept an eye on the men, waiting for the others to move and the guards to respond. He'd take a shot if any raised their weapons. Much as Ayita was preparing to do just to the side of him. Knelt down on one knee to reduce the risk of her being hit and partly behind Richard's legs.