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[center][color=E5D0FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Sisterhood Base
[color=E5D0FF][b]Skills:[/b][/color] N/A[/center]

Elara watched in frustration as Deathstrike continued to defend the attacks coming her way. She winced as she eyed the blonde girl's nasty cuts. Was there even an infirmary to return to at Serval? Her attention turned back towards the red woman as she began to speak, and she glanced between her and Arthur. So, the man in green leather was Harrison Snow's son?

Suddenly, Psylocke appeared from behind him, and before Elara could react he had a purple blade stuck through him. Elara grimaced, but she doubted that he would want her help. She found herself puzzled by the red woman's question, as well. Why would Psylocke be on her side? What vendetta did she have against Serval? The unconscious man from before appeared again, but Elara highly doubted that he was [i]really[/i] there.

It was unsettling that the red woman now turned her attention towards Elara. Elara stared at her, her eyes as cold as her cryokinetic colleague. She blinked as she heard the name of Jason Wyngarde. It was obvious that he had been one of the greatest illusionists of their time. She knew well of his work, and hearing that his daughters wanted to awaken him was more of a concern than the current situation. She could only frown as Pryor told her she "wasn't someone to mess with."

Before she could react, or even make a witty retort, speedy came out of nowhere. Elara had to step out of the way as he was thrown back from Pryor, but it was satisfying to see that he managed to hit her directly in the throat on his second try. She smirked. [i]Not someone to mess with, huh? Try saying that again.[/i]

Elara looked around at the room now, seeing that it was only Deathstrike and- well, apparently the man wasn't an illusion at all. Either way, she was ready to take another chance at Deathstrike. First, she would give the woman an ultimatum.

[color=E5D0FF]"Again, you're outnumbered. How about you just give up? You're not even the mastermind here. Is this really worth risking your life?"[/color]

For a moment, she expected Deathstrike to attack again. She was fully prepared to defend herself, but it seemed that she wouldn’t need to. Lady Deathstrike was still. Her hands rose slightly, and her claws retracted back into her hands. She was surrendering. For now, at least.

Elara moved towards her, wary of the woman. She glanced at the others, realizing that it would be up to all of them to keep watch of her as they took her in. She removed handcuffs from her baton sheathe and held them up. [color=E5D0FF]”You know what to do.”[/color]

Even though she doubted that Deathstrike would be properly restrained by the handcuffs, it would still delay any attack from the woman in the future. She paused after restraining Deathstrike. Without warning, she struck Deathstrike on the back of the head in an attempt to knock her unconscious.

Another clang of metal. Elara huffed. [color=E5D0FF]”You’re metal everywhere,”[/color] she muttered. Deathstrike just seemed annoyed. [color=E5D0FF]”That’s for my friends, then.”[/color]

While they weren’t actually her friends, they’d just battled enemies together. Wasn’t that enough to qualify? [color=E5D0FF]”So, how are we getting these [i]lovely[/i] women to the jet? We can’t let them go free, can we?”[/color]

She stopped as she looked at Andrew. [color=E5D0FF]”I’m Elara. Care to explain who you are, and why you were here?”[/color] She glanced at Pryor. [color=E5D0FF]”Why were you with [i]her?[/i]”[/color]