<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice stayed where she was, ignoring the slight pain on her hurt leg. It didn't really matter now. She just wanted to make sure Bull remained calm until the two others managed to open a big enough gap to get him out of here.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Fuck you. Didn't your mom ever teach you you don't look a gifthorse in the mouth? You get what you get, and be happy your order has tits."</span><br/><br/>Alice shook her head and chuckled, to help keep Bull at ease. She knew that a joke would work much better than pitying him, even though she did. She was also worried about the guys on the other side, fearing that Peter got in a hurry and messed up. She wanted to tell him to relax, but remained silent, waiting for Bull to reply to her.<br/><br/>When Peter appeared on their side of the stones, Alice looked up at him, relieved. She blinked a few times and paid attention to what the men had to say. Nodding, Alice placed her hands on Bull's thigh. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Don't you go getting horny on me"</span>, she murmured softly, while pressing the man's thigh down to make sure it stayed still. <br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Okay, I've got this. I've got a small first aid kit before the first wall, too. Thought we could use it."</span><br/><br/>After these words, Alice focused on holding Bull's leg down, waiting for the men to start taking the rocks away.</div>