<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/>Ciera was poised, ready for the squirrel to make his landing. What she wasn't prepared for was that concussive shell going off. The air became filled with absolute chaos, in mere minutes. Loki was rather far away from the exit... and her. This would not do, damnit! This would not do at all. She was the sort of person who never left a comrade behind. Even with her ears ringing and her body aching, she wouldn't leave him behind. Then desperation flickered through her brain, her Gods had sent Loki to her. She was not going to abandon him! No, she couldn't do that. While the soldiers seemed distracted, and Loki seemed to be distracting them - she did something that might be considered very very stupid. <br/><br/>She gathered her energy, she could feel it crackling across her skin as she gathered all of it into a focal point. "Fuinneamh Bíge*" She let those words leave her lips. But instead of the concentrated blast it had been before - it was a pulse, a wave the slammed out from her feet. Since Loki was already on the ground, he would be safe from the pulse wave of energy that would slam into the soldiers and remove their ability to stand properly. It was like someone just slammed a pole into the back of their knees. Lucky for Loki, the soldiers in front of him absorbed almost all of the shockwave, leaving him with a sensation that would be akin to getting slapped with a large trout. <br/><br/>Her blade twisted now as she raced towards Loki and the soldiers. They were already distracted by the ice, and now by the feeling of getting knocked over by an unseen force. She let her blade fly, ending what lives she could find. She enjoyed the spurt and spray, the sudden feeling of flesh giving way to the sharp edge of her blade. When she finally got passed the men on the ground, she crouched next to Loki. She spread her free hand out, pressing the palm of it to his chest. A warm pulsing energy leaving her hand as she seemed to gather her energy again. "Tadhaill Cneasaithe**" She whispered softly, as her eyes opened and she stared straight up at Loki. A wave of healing energy would ripple through him, hopefully making him capable of getting up and getting out of there. "You're lucky I love you, damnit... or else I would have left your ass behind." She stated as she slapped his shoulder. <br/><br/>It was something that just slipped out of her mouth, something from years of having brothers. Her mind was stuck in the past, almost. It was just the easiest way she could say that she was glad that he was alright, and damnit don't do something that stupid again. <br/><br/>Slowly she stood up, snapping her blade out to the side - a few droplets of blood falling free. She took in a deep breath and looked back at him only for a moment. There was death all around them, and she seemed to thrive from it. Her eyes closed as she drew in a deeper breath, almost as if she was enjoying the smell of the blood around her. She really was 'Retribution'. <br/><br/>((*Energy Pulse - Sort of like Magic Missile, or in this instance a 'magic wave'. <br/>** Healing Touch - Basically an insta heal that requires physical contact to perform. ))</span></span>