<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/1z2kf1s.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Ciera Morrigan Baine<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Retribution<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Freedom - The Morrigan<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Serum Camp - Escaping<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>         Loki </span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><br/><br/>Ciera realized that she might be getting to him, but her mind was focused on something else entirely. She felt a bit drained from taking out the door, but a rush of adrenaline and battle magic rushed through her. Her eyes closed for a moment as she felt the weight of the sword in her hand. She could hear his words, and only chuckled beneath her breath. "I'm a Druid." She said firmly as her eyes snapped open, dark depths seemed to have molded into a liquid amber color that bordered on golden. Her breath rushed from her as she fully gathered herself. There seemed to be something quite different in how this warrior acted. Loki was used to the Asgardian 'heroes' and their warriors. At least that was what Ciera could assume. <br/><br/><em>He's not used to fighting one of my daughters, or fighting beside them.</em> a chilling wind swept through the young woman's mind. She could hear the sound of crows, but it was only a sign that the goddess was with her. <em>He is not used to a warrior that uses intelligence, and magic... just as much as he. It would do good to damage his pride a bit. He would deserve it quite thoroughly. Who knows, might drive his desire... It is not uncommon for warriors to fuck each other after a hard battle. It might even be allowable via your 'guidelines'... there are more ways to kill a man - then there are to make love. That is saying a lot. You are MY fighter now, and you are of MY blood. I will not be angry with you, if you brake your vows of maidenhood. But the male must EARN it.</em> With those words, the presence was gone from Ciera's mind. <br/><br/>She felt the claws on her leg, looking down she noticed that he had shifted forms. She waited patiently for him to climb, as her temperature rose. She felt his weight on her shoulders, and his tail around her neck. Her eyes narrowed, and that was when she moved. She ran through the halls, blade flashing as she laid her blows out on any who came near. "Are you sure you want me to find some of the Serum? I remember being dragged down this hall a few times. I think the injection chambers are that way, they wouldn't want to take the serum far from there." She commented as her eyes narrowed. "Tug my right ear if you are sure, left if we can do without it." She commented, figuring out a method of communication while he was in that form. <br/><br/>She moved gracefully, twisting her blade when it was needed elsewhere, and continuing to move towards whatever she could find. "I may capture one of them, and demand the way out of here... might... spare their life... might... mind you."</span></span>