[color=f49ac2][i]Well that's dismaying...[/i][/color]
She didn't really think those words in particular, but she might as well have. For that was the overall feeling she had toward the realization of just what they were getting into. Like... seriously. Forget it...

And forget she did, except she didn't. For even as the shimmering portal drew her attention to it like you would expect from a shiny doubt began creeping into the back of her head. 

Just what would they find there? 

Mia had newer been to a war zone. Indeed her species had all but abandoned war for a thousand years. And between that and their isolation her only reference for what she could expect to find there were, aside from yesterday of course, ancient paintings and dried up history books that she failed to pay attention to in class. 

So right now the only thing she knew for sure was that these "Sayans" were more powerful than her and that there was something out there, just beyond that door that was more powerful than a whole galaxy spanning empire of them.

And she wouldn't even get to fight one of them. At least not if these spoilsports had anything to say about it. Well at least not if things went well. Which for all intents and purposes meant that even if she won she would loose. Not that she had too much confidence in the plan, mind you. Between her and the others here they weren't exactly a stealthy bunch. Not unless you count stealth as beating up everything that can possibly spot you.

And this was all assuming that the universe wasn't left not destroyed explicitly as a trap for them to walk into. A possibility that absolutely could not be discounted. In fact if she was a universe destroying badgirl that is exactly the kind of trap she would lay.

By the time all this went around her head and she completed making that mental note, just in case she ever chose to turn evil, most of the others had gone through. So she did what she had to, took a big breath and stepped through the portal. Not in the least ready for what ever she was about to find there.  

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Seconds later...

[color=f49ac2][i]"Well fuck."[/i][/color]
Those were her exact thoughts this time. And those were the only ones she thought as her will was entirely spent desperately trying to keep her brain from shutting down. This wasn't a trap. It wasn't the ruins of a dead universe. It wasn't even a war. It was a slaughterhouse.

All color drained from her face, the bravado she exhibited just a moment ago gone along with a non insignificant chunk of her sanity. And any thoughts of payback or fighting or even just anything vanished from her mind as she just stood there, silent and completely frozen in place. 

And the narrator couldn't even come up with a witty remark for the end.