The bullet cut through the air of the church as Lara pulled the trigger, hitting it's mark in the shoulder of one of the female members. The women let out a cry of great pain as she collapsed to the floor, the blood from her catastrophic wound now gushing forth across the floor. The blood would mix with the stains of the innocents, and she would not be rising again.<br/><br/>The head cultist rose to her feet, pointing a long nailed finger at Lara, hate dancing like flames within her eyes."Kill the interloper! Kill her now!"She screeched. The cultists rose to obey their leader's command, drawing daggers, pieces of glass, anything that could be used to cut or kill...<br/><br/>Orrin flinched as the loud bang rang in his ears, overwhelming his sense of hearing to a painful level. It was unlike anything he had ever heard before, and he did not want to hear it again. Not after the screaming that came after."Aaah!"He cried out, struggling hard against the ropes as he squeezed his emerald eyes shut. The aftermath was terrible.<br/><br/>Bastel struggled at his ropes harder as the cultist fell to the floor, wanting to be a part of the action as Lara showed one of the cultists the business end of a revoler."Miss, you might want to help us out now! We aren't completely useless, as our situation might otherwise say!" He shouted, strands of jet black hair falling into his face, knocked free from the braid from his struggling.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">roll initiative using a d20<br/><br/>Turn order:<br/>Lara<br/>Orrin<br/>Bastel<br/>Cultist3<br/>Cultist1<br/>Cultist2<br/>Cultist4</div></div>