<div align="center">(https://www.logospng.com/images/59/huntress-vol-3-dc-database-fandom-powered-by-wikia-59142.)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/b3/69/a3/b369a3e25f6eceac6357b5b3f85ab469.jpg)</div><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sunday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>10:00 PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the Belly of the Beast<br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong>We almost diiiiiiiiiiied!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lor Zod, GeoForce, and Static.<br/><hr/>Brion flew off to aid Zod, leaving her to her own mental breakdown on what was to be viewed as<em>right</em>, and what was to be viewed as<em>just</em>. In the end, it was Static who stopped her ignited rage this time as she watched her fired projectiles halt in mid-air before surging to the right and straight into the palm of magnetic being.<em> “Huntress!”</em>He cried over the cacophony of battle, and Helena jerked her head in his direction with a hiss through her teeth.<em> “Takin' out the bad guys is one thing. But we didn't sign up to be a kill squad. We don't murder non-combatants in cold blood, even if they are human garbage and deserve it." </em><br/><br/>Such logic to her was foolish! Just because these scientists carried no guns didn’t mean they were -innocent-. In fact, to her it was the other way around. Anyone can put in a bulletproof vest and be given a gun, told to stand at the door and wait. But it took real education, real intellect, real<em>sadistic fuckery</em>to be the ones who worked in the labs, who knew exactly what they were doing. Soldiers followed orders; scientists followed their hearts and dreams. With a cry, Helena reached for the nearest injured guard, gripped him by the front of his shirt, and spun around powerfully to gain momentum. Turning a hard 180 degrees, she then released him and sent him flying down the hole Eiling and Zod made into the floor. His screams grew fainter and fainter....before extinguishing completely. When she turned around, the bolts Static had stolen in the air were floating towards her, and with fury she ripped them from the air and began reloading her crossbow.<br/><br/><em>“Guards know what they signed up for, though. Go nuts.”</em><br/><br/>“Do they?? Because any dipshit can be given a gun!” She fired back before lifting and shooting one in the back as he tried to run for the door. She aimed the crosshairs towards a woman behind a clipboard who stared at Helena with very wide brown eyes through her spectacles, before the scientist got the paused hint and ran from the laboratory. “Or are the brains, the very people guilty for this bullshit, are the ones you are letting go!?” She raced towards one of the few remaining soldiers and pummeled once, twice, three times with her hardened gloved knuckles, sending shards of teeth in sporadic directions before dropping the man to the floor. “Guards are easily replaceable with money. Scientists capable of this are much harder to come by. You can’t buy smarts, Static!” She yelled back at the man while continuing to battle the stragglers.<br/><br/>It was then she heard a<em>thunk</em>, and shooting the final guard through the throat, Helena turned just in time to see Shaggy backhand the shit out of Brion. In blinding speed and strength, it sent GeoForce hurtling back and landing him so hard against the wall it formed a dent in the metal casing. Helena was still in the mindset that Brion was human, her memory of him so simple, so pure, that without thinking she ran over to him as he fell to the ground. His body was limp, and rolling him onto his back, Helena cupped his cheeks and leaned over him. Her eyes were wide and very worried.<br/><br/>“No, no, no, no, come on. Open your eyes for me....” she stroked his cheekbones and shook his head gently as if her urgency was enough to heal him. “Come on, baby......<em>come on.</em>” It was then, suddenly, that Helena heard an immense grunt, and looking up she saw the massive desk in Eiling’s hands before he launched it in her direction. Turning end over end, the huge piece of solid furniture barreled for Helena and Brion, and pure emotional instinct kicked in. She didn’t run, she didn’t leave Brion. Instead she braced forward, bending over his skull and cupping it to her chest. She squinted her eyes closed and flexed to be crushed, waiting for impact.<br/><br/>It never came. Opening her eyes ever so slowly, the Huntress lifted her head to see Brion’s hand out towards it, his gravitational powers stopping it mid flight from crushing them both at the last second. It hovered in the air for a few moments before he released it to fall to the ground, and with a withered sigh, Helena dropped her gaze down to him as she was still crushing his face to her breasts protectively. It was a close brush to death, and her mouth dropped before she gave an awkward chuckle, patting his cheek to then release him from her hold. “Took you long enough...” she muttered sardonically, her unique way of saying ‘thank you’ as she stood to her feet, shaking off a bit of her nerves in doing so. A mighty crash yanked her back into the present as Zod intercepted Eiling and both men went flying high into the air. Huntress then lowered her gaze back to where Static stood, now next to a very weak looking Captain Nazi.<br/><br/>The sight of him made her sick.<br/><br/>Helena began to slowly walk towards the man, her cape flowing gently behind her and her violet eyes darkened behind her mask holes. She ignored Brion’s warning voice behind her as sauntered forward. An arm fell heavily to the floor in front of her, to which she merely stepped over it nonchalantly like the bad ass bitch she was. Her focus was on Captain Nazi, a man of pure wickedness. Why was he still alive? Fed on food in prison while better men and women than him were buried in the ground!? Besides, he had been broken out before...it could happen again.<br/><br/>They made eye contact then, and the asshole gave her a look she knew all too well.<em> “You are truly exquisite. I wish you had been born earlier."</em>Helena’s right corner of her lip twitched in a sneer. The Nazi spoke to them all but maintained his gaze on her.<em> "What will it be? Will you let me go, or end me?"</em><br/><br/>As her answer, Helena raised her crossbow and aimed the powerful bolt directly between his eyes. Her stance was unwavering, merciless. She was clearly going with Option B: Ending him.<br/><br/><em><strong>“Huntress.”</strong></em>Brion’s voice was hesitant behind her, but not for Captain Nazi’s sake— for her own. He was trying to save -her- soul, not<em>his</em>.<br/><br/>Helena’s index finger twitched on the trigger as she grit her teeth. Her nostrils flared as her forearm began to shake with rage. This was justice! Killing this monster! Ending it to never be repeated or revisited again! How many deaths had this man been responsible for, the Nazis as well. The stupid mindset was on the rise again all throughout the world, calling people towards mindless violence. Brion understood her struggle, for he too was from a European country that was a neighbor to that risk. And it pissed her off that someone like Static would be so willing to not only free the bastard but to try and align himself with him on the same side! Fuck these Americans and their pretentious, ‘free speech’, innocent-if-you-have-a-good-lawyer bullshit! Didn’t he know that with something so simple as his darker skin he would be the<em>first</em>to be condemned by such a wicked man!? Captain Nazi needed to die! Maybe it would teach the entire party a lesson...<br/><br/><em><strong>“Don’t.”</strong></em><br/><br/>That single word had Helena swallowing with difficulty as she maintained her vision with Captain Nazi even as she lowered her crossbow. There was a moment’s pause as it seemed she had been talked out of such an impulsive action. And then she pulled the trigger.....<br/><br/>....firing a promethium missile straight into the Captain’s left kneecap.<br/><br/>When he reacted from the pain, she raised the crossbow again towards his keening maw and hissed her next words: “Betray us, or try to escape, and I swear to every God in existence I will hunt you down and shoot every last one of these bows down your esophagus so hard it will<em>literally</em>redefine the word ‘deepthroat’, do you understand? And<em>you</em>.” She didn’t wait for confirmation from Captain Nazi but turned towards Brion with that last change of subject. “What the hell are you waiting for? A personal invitation to end this? Why isn’t Shaggy Douche shot into space by now? Or under a blanket of molten lava? I’m confused, thought you held the power of the planet, or something....”