<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.imgur.com/Nx4ebTG_d.jpg?maxwidth=640&amp;shape=thumb&amp;fidelity=medium)</div><strong>WEARING:</strong>Pictured<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>Sunday, August 23<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>9:45PM<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>In the Belly of the Beast<br/><strong>CONTENT: </strong>We are going to diiiiiiiiiiie!<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Lor Zod, GeoForce, and Static.<br/><hr/><em>”I think I still got it,"</em>Static stood near her as she disengaged her bo staff and twirled it between her thumb and forefinger. Helena replaced it back onto her belt with a sly grin towards her comrade.<em> "I'm not as good as you though.”</em><br/><br/>Helena winked at him while clicking him under the chin with her knuckles lightly. “Maybe I’ll show you a thing or two sometime-“<br/><br/><em><strong>“Looking good there Static...and yeah, no one here has moves like Huntress." </strong></em>Brion interrupted her coy teasing with his compliment.<em><strong>  "Come on, let's fly to the computer so Static can do his thing."</strong></em><br/><br/>“We’ve got th-<em>ah</em>...!” Brion suddenly scooped her up into his arms like a child and flew them down the hallway. She frowned at him and stiffened in his arms. “Excuse me.....excuse me.” She whispered harshly against his chest. Was he picking her up because he assumed she was weaker? Or because she was a woman!? Helena huffed internally, ignoring the very real fact that Brion wasn’t like that....and she literally was the -only- one who couldn’t fly in the group. But that didn’t matter! She was capable of walking on her own! And she was slightly embarrassed he carried her in such a way.<em>“Excuuuuuuse me.”</em>She made a fist but then jutted out her thumb, index, and middle finger straight out like a finger gun and positioned the “barrel” of her fingers under his chin like an actual weapon. “You need to put me down, Sir. Now.”<br/><br/>They reached the doors and when Brion set her down, Zod gave them instructions to which she nodded. Helena brushed herself off before turning to Brion after the Kryptonian disappeared with his extreme speed. She narrowed those amethyst pupils towards her “boyfriend”. “And we will need to speak of boundaries. I’ll let you know when I want you to carry me....” Screams and<div class="floatright">(http://giphygifs.s3.amazonaws.com/media/MqbZjCY1ghSAo/giphy.gif)</div>shouts echoed in the laboratory behind her as she grabbed his chin and anchored his eyes to hers.<em> “Got it?”</em>At his answer, Helena raised up to kiss him boldly, a deep but quick interchange before turning and running into the computer lab behind Zod.<br/><br/>Right into the fray! The Huntress truly did move like a dancer. She blocked an oncoming punch with her left forearm before jabbing forward and knocking the assailant backwards. With a burst of speed, the Huntress ran and launched herself upward to go double boots-to-chest on a scientist who was kicked backward, knocking down two others. A guard jumped on her from behind when she landed, an action that prompted her to bend forward and flip him over her head to land on the floor on his back. One quick punch to the forehead and the back of his skull struck the floor and he was out cold. The woman kicked, spun, elbowed, twirled, grappled around a fleeing guy’s neck with a rope to yank him back to strike him, and fought, all while her dark hair swam around her perfectly in place.<br/><br/>“Would you get a move on, please!?” She yelled back at Static, finally drilling a path towards the computer to allow him to work. Once he was in place, Helena remained by his side and fought off the swarm that came towards them. But when she was busy fighting two off, a third came behind her to twist a cord around the front of her neck. Helena reached up to try and yank it from around her choking throat, but it had already begun to cut her flesh and the metallic string was slippery with her own blood coating it. She bucked back to no avail, gagging. With shaking hands, the woman quickly reached to her belt, grabbed a blade, and thrust it back into the meat of her attacker’s thigh. His scream rang her ear, hold naturally loosening and she head butted the back of her skull against his nose, a nice satisfying crunch being heard before she finally reached for her main weapon: the crossbow.<br/><br/>Pulling it out, she aimed it towards him and fired, the bolt Firestorm made for her flying with significant speed before sinking into his bicep and about two inches into the wall behind him. He screamed, pinned to the wall by his arm as she turned and fired a second bolt instinctively. It soared through one....two....three sets of chests before landing in the fourth man and final man. And when all of them fell down, Helena took a surprised step back, admiring the Promethium weapons closely as she had not expected their strength. “Holy<em>shit....”</em><br/><br/>Her pause ended when Zod and the hairy motherfucker known as Eiling fell through the floor. And with wide eyes, Helena raced towards the edge as she watched Zod get pummeled that would have utterly destroyed a lesser man. “Zod!!” She screamed as the two beasts fought. Her gloves hands gripped the edges powerfully as she gritted her teeth, mind ablaze with how the hell she could help. She turned towards Brion from over her shoulder. “You need to help him!” She thrust a finger towards the immense hole in the ground where Zod and Eiling had disappeared in mere seconds before.<em>“Now!!”</em><br/><br/>A rage filled her as she stood slowly....turned...and began firing indiscriminately into the remaining ones in the lab. Crossbows in both hands now, she lifted-fired. Lifted- fired. Again and again, shooting men and women, guards and scientists down like prey. In Helena’s lost eyes they were enemies, cruel, despicable animals that were to be treated as such. They guarded themselves with the Shaggy Man who was fucking up one of her teammates, so the Huntress wasn’t leaving until she was covered in blood.