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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">There was a unity within them; more than anyone could ever understand. It was inside of them, a part of them. It wasn't due to their implants, it was only enhanced by it. When Ben informed her of just what she wanted to hear, the female felt a warm smile brushing over her lips. It was menacing, and content with her husband. He was a man who could truly handle her, a man who let her blossom. Before him, nobody had been enough to cope with her, and yet, she'd stumbled upon an angel (in her eyes) despite the trying times she'd had. He'd been her saviour, and in the moment that they stood, he remained that mark. Her hero. Her lover. Her friend. Her world.<br/>
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Talia was quiet for the journey, she checked the weapon holstered against her thigh and simply eased against her husband. Once it was over, she slipped out the car with incredible ease, despite her new suit. It seemed to have incredible flexibility, joint movement, it was even fairly silent. It fit her like a glove. Immediately, she began to scan the area. It looked like a large area to oversee, for them it would be no issue. As Ben took her hand, her fingers curled around his before following his lead. The cylinders were perfect to hide behind, they would provide enough coverage to remain unseen even when they stood at full height. The wife took note of her husband's gaze, giving a slight nod. Talia had served in the military, but only for a few years. Her job had always been nursing, she preferred to heal men rather than fight another, it had been a different time, a different person almost.<br/>
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The blonde watched as her husband dispatched the guard, it almost made her bite her lip in lust. The ferocity, the skill, he was... magnificent. The blonde noticed his look, and she immediately followed his gaze to see the heat signature moving closer. The female silently hurried toward the edge of the large, metal building. Her form glimmered between cylinders as she kept her body hidden. The blonde waited, knowing she could've taken him at any point. The male was equipped with armor, leaving only a few lethal attack spots. One was his throat. A slow smile snaked over her lips as she slipped a hand down to unhook the bullwhip from her belt. The long, ropey material was coated with metal to provide the pulse of power she'd seen in the warehouse. The long whip trailed like a snake as she approached a closer cylinder. <br/>
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In a moment, she stepped out and drew her arm back. With one swing and a flick of her wrist, the tight rope coiled around his throat. With a fierce tug, it tightened to restrict his breathing. Despite his fighting, the whip didn't give way. Talia was upon him in seconds, holding him firmly with the whip as she tugged a dagger from it's spot nestled against her belt. With a fierce strength, she slammed the blade through his flesh, right up into his jaw through the soft skin beneath. Blood poured out, a hint of the male gargling on his own blood emerged, but swiftly enough, the female tore the blade back, opening the length of his skin from his jaw to his ear. The blood poured over her, her hands, her suit. It only took a minute for him to bleed out. Once he was dead, she slipped her blade back and retrieved her whip and dragged him off to be hidden behind the cylinders.<br/>
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</span>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">By the time she had hidden him, she noticed an array of heat moving their way. Her gaze immediately found Ben, a menacing smirk forming over her blood spattered face. It had felt like so long that she had waited to unleash her anger. With a slow crack of her neck, the female decided to put her new modifications to the test. She had selected agility and flexibility for one of her most favourite forms of combat. Close quarters.<br/>
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Talia reached for her dagger, the electrical hum coming to life as it connected with her hand. The whip was next, trailing at her feet as she rubbed the edge of the handle against her suit, activating the ripple of pulse, igniting the whip with it's own power. As the heat signatures began to divide, the female raced to the edge of the building. They most likely had noticed the men weren't walking by the open doors. Her mixed eyes darted into the warehouse; it was huge, dark, and it looked as if they were busy packaging something up inside. Industrial sized crates were near the entrance, along with their lids.<br/>
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Two men seemed to be on their way out when Talia finally slipped inside. Alarms began to ring out, but there was no care in her mind. Many began to filter into the dark space, it would've been a perfect setup for Ben. With moments, her whip lashed out to crackle and snap, man made lightening, to curl around a throat. With a tug, she caused one man to fall to his knees as her whip restricted his breath. The blonde ran at another who seemed to be aiming straight for her. It was no competition, the female tackled him to the ground with such ease, her finesse was incredible. The way her body shifted, the way she fell atop him like a feather. The blade in her hands slashed open his throat, causing blood to spray and pour. A kick to her chest was caught, her whip was neglected to catch the offending foot. In a swift movement, she turned her hands and twisted his foot until she heard a crack. The strength modification was... working incredibly well. More than she'd have thought. As he cried in pain, Talia lunged forward from the corpse she sat upon to throw that male up against one of the packing crates. Her blade was swift, the way he tried to block her was clumsy and far slower. Before he even noticed, she'd slashed open a hole along his abdomen, causing him to act as he felt the pressure of his entrails trying to escape.<br/>
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It was easy to get overwhelmed as her rage caused her mind to focus on one by one, rip them apart, kill them all; she didn't see a tactical process. It was emotional. Even as she took rounds to her chest, which seemed to bounce right off her suit, there was no care in her mind. Only anger, and agony. Tears threatened to pierce through her hardened veil as she grabbed the gun in his grasp, almost breaking his fingers in the process as she turned his grip around, and forcing him to shoot himself in the face. Various brain matter and blood sprayed over the wall beside her and the floor, but nothing seemed to reach her. It was never enough. It never would be enough.<br/>
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