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[center][h1][color=limegreen]Elizabeth Flame[/color][/h1]
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[I][color=limegreen] Blackbird Hangar
Skills: N/A
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	Elizabeth keeled over after being stabbed, clutching her side. "[color=limegreen]And fuck you too.[/color]" She choked out, before curling up into a fetal position. She really [i]really[/i] needed to learn how to handle herself in combat, or her insides would end up being her outsides. In a way though, being stabbed was a blessing, it kept her from making any snarky, contradictory comments. Though she wasn't looking up at the situation, she gathered from the noise around them that, in fact, they had managed to take down Runa. That was good, since it felt like she could be coup de grace'd at any moment.

	As blood trickled through, he shirt, she coughed, and sat herself up, keeping pressure on the wound. She gave an annoyed look to Mary as she pushed the game along, hoping they could, at least for a moment, take a second to breathe, but apparently not. As Klara healed her up, she smiled at the Asgardian woman. Heals were always nice, as dying would severely throw off her plans for the future. Standing up shakily, she rubbed the blood off her skin, and winced. Her shirt felt [i]gross[/i] now, as the blood stains began to cool and get sticky.