[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=cc33ff]Guin Stark[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/R0DGpSD.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=cc33ff]Location:[/color][/b] The Kyln
[b][color=cc33ff]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[hr][hr][/center]	Guin had been so focused on maintaining her battle meditation and doing her best to help everyone out that she almost didn't notice the prisoner coming at her until it was too late. Her husband, ever the overprotective speedster, managed to take out the threat - at the cost of being conscious. Her eyes widened. [color=cc33ff]"Oh shit!"[/color] she cursed, looking around wildly to see if there was any food. Pietro normally kept food in his pockets, but his prison garb was severely lacking. And the only food she spotted on her first sweep was the raccoon and they needed him to get off of this space rock. [color=cc33ff]"Shit, shit, shit,"[/color] she added, looking again and spotting some rations sticking out the pocket of a knocked out prisoner. 

	[color=cc33ff]"Yay! Fuck yes!"[/color] she cheered, dashing on over and grabbing the food. She then sprinted over to Pietro, sliding to the ground like she was a baseball player getting to the next base, and she cradled his head in her lap. Closing her eyes, Guin forced him back to consciousness. [color=cc33ff]"Eat, it's food and not poisoned hopefully,"[/color] she explained. Luckily, her stubborn husband complied. He started eating the food and Guin felt relieved. She wasn't as scared as she had been, but she didn't want him knocked out in the mild of a riot/prison escape attempt. [color=cc33ff]"You're not getting out of the fighting that easily, Silver Balls."[/color]

	[color=7ea7d8]"I'm tiiiiiiiiired, and my head is spinning."[/color]

	[color=cc33ff]"Yeah, well we're on the clock! And I assume you want to be alert to keep me from being murdered, so use that as motivation."[/color][hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=#a81a75]Runa Baldurdattir[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/7eBfSNo.png?1[/img][hr][b][color=#a81a75]Location:[/color][/b] The Kyln
[b][color=#a81a75]Skills:[/color][/b] Darkness Manipulation [hr][hr][/center]	Runa sulked ever so slightly at the lack of acknowledgement from Lance, but then turned her attention to more pressing matters. Hopefully, the host of Asgard would be there at any moment to secure their freedom. If not though, it'd be in their best interest to follow the plan that had been proposed. In all of the chaos, she looked around, trying to spot where guards were. She could see some running in their direction, but far more up above. She used darkness to propel herself up into the air, slamming her body against the glass but it didn't break. It clearly wasn't actually glass. 

	Runa frowned. She then flew down, speeding on over to the other guards she had seen. Runa spotted one with an armband and she descended down on top of him. She tugged on the armband, perhaps a bit too forcefully (she was an Asgardian, after all) and his arm ripped off. Blood splashed diagonally across her face. Her eyes widened slightly. [color=#a81a75]"I'm sorry, I didn't need the arm, just the band,"[/color] she apologized. The guards didn't seem to forgive her, shooting at her as she shot upwards, flying back over to the others. She was hit a few times in the arm, but she hid the pain of it well. 

	[color=#a81a75]"Rabbit, I have the armband. What's next?"[/color]