<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/XfHbD.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>Khutulan Karpitskaya<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong> Crimson Dynamo<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Moscow<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>"Doom!" Crimson Dynamo finally said, figuring they had dallied around long enough in the wake of the battle. With the unconscious fellow still thrown over her shoulder, she turned to the Monarch. "Shall we leave or do you have any other lackeys you need killing on your behalf?" she asked.