<div class="floatright"><div align="center">-&lt;&gt;--&lt;&gt;- <strong>Lyra Vice</strong> -&lt;&gt;--&lt;&gt;-</div><br/>(http://i1308.photobucket.com/albums/s604/RedFangedWerehawk/punk_gun_girl_by_jkuo-d6u5s0c_zpscbb52208.jpg)<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Battle Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Class:</strong> Gunslinger<br/><strong>HP:</strong> 25/25<br/><strong>Def:</strong> 7/10<br/><br/><strong>Ammo:</strong> 00000X<br/><br/><strong>Head:</strong><br/><strong>Torso: [Restraints - 1] [Bound]</strong><br/><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Other:</strong> <br/></div></div></div><br/>The wildcards cheeks flushed red in embarrassment as her comrades in arms began to take notice of her condition. "Ha, it's... I got her just where I want her... Don't mind me." She mumbled nervously to herself. Had she been in less of a predicament she would have noticed Anna once again whiff her opponent and get quite a 'kick' out of it. Unfortunately, her attention was squarely placed on the knight before her...<br/><br/>Then, her opponent left her to aid the captain. Leaving Lyra all on her own. "Wow... I actually talked her out of it." She chuckled. The circumstance was odd but otherwise welcome. This gave her an opportunity to bust out of her restraints and get her gun back, assuming that she could focus on something besides her crotch for a second. She was alert enough to notice the strange tornado of locks and keys heading her way. A couple of chucks of metal hit her in the storm and a lock caught onto her binding but she managed to avoid the most of it by taking cover behind the guard captain who was still locked and moaning away on the wooden horse. With no one able to fight around, this was her chance to take her time and break out of as much as she could.<br/><br/>The gunslinger managed to catch the black leather armbinder on the sharp corner of the wooden horse in front of her. With a little effort she managed to cut off most of the leather. Lyra lamented the fact that she was tearing apart what used to be a nice jacket and gloves, but she kept cutting it on the corner and most of the leather fell away including the devilish crotch strap. The only part that wouldn't was a part of the harness that held her upper arms tight against her body.<br/><br/>That was the part that caught the lock. "I bet that lock is giving the leather in this area special properties." She deduced as she picked up several keys from the floor. "Hey eyepatch, be a dear and hold on to this for me." Lyra took advantage of the poor guard captain, shoving several keys between her lips. She shimmied up next to her and positioned the lock in front of the keys, one by one, until one of them fit. One the key was in, Lyra jerked her body to get the key to turn, much to the other woman's dismay. With a clang the lock fell to the floor. "Thank you!" She said with a giggle as she turned her focus on retrieving her gun. She knows that as long as their attention is on Felina, the knights won't last very long without lead in their backside.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">                                                                Dice Rolls                                                                </div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>----- Stand Still -----<br/><br/>&gt;Struggle against Torso bondage<br/>Escape Roll: (20 - 1 + 1 + 3) = 23!!! (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4554495/) Reduced to Easy (1) because of lock<br/>&gt;Struggle against Torso lock level<br/>Escape Roll: (2 + 1 + 3) = 6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4554500/) Free from locks!<br/></div></div></div>