<div style="text-align: justify;">The metal plate shot down the narrow hallway, every now and then scraping across the sides, causing showers of sparks to erupt in its wake. Groans from steel against steel and shocked shouts followed close behind. Hana whipped her head around to glance at the red-head, just in time to see her expel bullets from her own body. Very impressive. She was definite that she had made a good decision following her into the tunnel. Looking down, she discovered with wide-eyed surprise the multitude of oozing cuts she had gotten. She walked, dreamlike, back towards the red-head, lowering her hands as the super-heated air around her hands cooled and died. Hana clasped a mostly clean hand against her shoulder, and withdrew a hand with bright red lines. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Look,"</span> she told the red-head, stretching out her hand. <span style="color: #40FFFF">"Am bleeding."</span><br/><br/>The roar of the remaining guns mixed with the pained sighs of crushed, sliced, and halfway melted men down the corridor, but it was all just pointless and confusing noise to Hana. She looked at the other woman, eyes no longer blank, but horrified and begging. The multitude of tiny cuts seemed incurable wounds to her, and she desperately needed some sort of reassurance that something good had come of her impulsive endeavors.</div>