<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/>"Da..." Crimson Dynamo stated in acknowledgment to Darkbirds possible apology, but stating little else. Her armor was somewhat damaged, though most of it seemed to be to the internals as opposed to the armor itself, which was of course, quite durable. While the munitions could use some topping off, she still had her strength levels up to par and the energy based weapons. And still.. plenty of ammo. Russian after all. There was plenty of internal stowage.<br/><br/>Taking a moment to notice the blood smears of the brave Red Room patriots, she decided to use that to resolve her will in the upcoming skirmish that they were unceremoniously dropped into. There was the jumping fellow, who was obviously being pursued by the others. Falling back, she decided to look for some high ground to really do some damage as the other two ladies engaged the mutates. "Going to flank them," Crimson Dynamo said, slapping her helmet back on her head, hoping that the auto repair functions would restore her ability to talk and external auditory senors without taking off her helmet. Or else... things would be difficult. Fighting inside of an auditory power armored suit that could double as her coffin wasn't the best of options after all.<br/><br/>Though thankfully her coffin was surprisingly well armored.