[center][color=red][h1]Diana Firebrand[/h1][/color][/center]

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Diana had stood back, keeping an eye on things and watching for if anyone came onto her side of the smoke bomb. Seeing as how most the others had just charged in, she'd done the last task of keeping their backs watched in case someone tried to escape in this direction. Though amidst the clang and scraping of metal, and the dropping of bodies and splashing of blood, her ears were carefully picking out noises from amidst the entire mess of a battle. Dumb inmates with little time, and no weapons, couldn't be that good against fully-armed mercenaries and...whatever the last guy had been before being locked in here. As she heard the voices of others, and the thrum of magic of something having been conjured up prior, Diana began to make her way calmly into the smoke. There was no reason to worry hard about it, and if attacked she had...good means for pushing enemies back. Potentially hard enough to make indents in the stone walls. 

Albeit, much like Kris had Diana nearly tripped over not one dead body, but three of the dead inmates on the floor as she made her way to the smoke-free side of the room. Her crossbow was in her hands, ready to fire at the slightest movement of her trigger finger...she only had to point the thing at a target at this point. Yet as she came onto the other side of the smoke and stood next to Kris, the dragon-blooded girl let out a small sigh at what was going on and held her crossbow at the ready just in case. Not much to say at the moment on her part, unless these 12 guys wanted to be force-flung into the back wall of this circular room and listen to the crunch of being slammed into stone.