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robyngraves (robyngraves) wrote in utr_logs,

She had ditched the empty weapon and now had the foreign rifle strapped to her back, and her own gun in her hand. More commotion, this time from outside. Maybe some backup. Hopefully with powers. Must be something big anyway, from the reaction of the guards converging on her location. They completely forgot to check the cells, most of them barreled right past her, yelling "Move!" A stroke of luck indeed. She let the whole group rush past before she sprinted the other way down the hall. She took cover behind a corner, and unloaded an entire clip on their retreating backs, felling a fair few of them. That would ease the load for whoever had also come to the rescue. Two turned around to give chase, shooting at her location and the rest continued outside. She dashed down the stairwell buying time enough to reload.

On the landing of the second floor she waited for the guards to catch up, shooting one who tumbled down the stairs to land broken at her feet. The second managed to get a shot off before she killed him too, and the bullet hit her in the left arm.

It hurt, but she wouldn't die. She ripped off a strip of her shirt and spent precious seconds tying it over the bleeding. Looks like it was about time to make her exit. There was enough chaos that she planned on simply waltzing out the front door, more or less. She listened but the thumping of boots wasn't close enough to worry her. She drew her sword and holstered the gun. On the floor near her shoes was still the twisted first body. Such a shame to let all this go to waste. But battles were like that. They made a lot of waste. With a clean chop she severed his dead left hand from his arm and picked it up. It still had a wedding ring on it. This amused her, and she stuffed the hand in her pocket, but not quite all the way, the fingers were poking out.

Time to head down to the ground floor. Hopefully there'd be a nice big lobby full of people to butcher.