<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> 10/10<br/><br/><strong>Ammo:</strong> 00000X<br/><br/><strong>Head:</strong><br/><strong>Torso:</strong><br/><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Other:</strong> <br/></div></div></div><br/>With another lazy sidestep, she avoided the knight's swing and before she could retort, her opponent turned tail in frustration and fled. The sight of the guards fleeing and leaving the castle wide open made Lyra chuckle. She couldn't believe how incompetent the guardswomen were. She winked at Felina, "Told ya, piece of cake!" She said with a smile. As the group pursued the fleeing defenders, Lyra heard a bell unsurprisingly start to sound. To think that the four of them could cause such a ruckus was down right embarrassing. She had some easy missions before but this was almost farcical.<br/><br/>It wasn't long until the party came across a fork in their path. With their path blocked behind them, they had but two choices. Knight's Quarters and Maid Quarters. In their breather she popped out the chamber and loaded up her revolver with more bullets to replace the ones embedded in the guards. Lyra spun the chamber after snapping it back into place with a whirr. Agreeing with Felina, she and the group made their way into the room that was considered the Knight's Quarters. After swinging open the giant doors, the gunslinger was stunned by what she saw.<br/><br/>The debauchery before her was not something she was expecting. The women bound and teased, toys for torture in many orifices. The moans and screams of pain mixed with pleasure flooded her ears and made it hard for her to think. She was too distracted by everything to notice the pathetic guard leader on the wooden horse. Lyra felt a small drop leak from her lower lips and slide down her leg as she bit her lip to try and pull herself together. Fortunately, her juices were masked by a comfortable pair of jeans. It seemed more like a bdsm dungeon than any sort of quarters.<br/><br/>Clearly, the party was interrupting their good times when the Captain. It looked as if the knights were becoming even more foolish, this time attempting to attack them without weapons. Perhaps they just weren't thinking straight.<br/><br/>The wildcard laughed at the Captian's cheesey battle cry. "Evil plans? We're only tryi... Ah, screw it. Why don't you run away like the rest of your men?" Lyra knew that there wouldn't be any point in talking things out, or arguing with the woman. She moved to the edge of the room and took aim at the captain, getting in an advantageous position. Lyra was still a little heated up from witnessing the sexed-up women knights but when she pulled that trigger, gun smoke filled the air as a powerful crackle filled the air and it was all she needed to get her head back in the moment. Her shot hit the guard in the gut, a few inches left of her navel. Lyra smiled and turned to Felina, "Looks like I got a shot in the leader this time."<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">&gt;Move then Attack (Projectile Attack) Captian<br/>Hit Roll: 11 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4541621/) Hit!<br/>Damage: 6 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4541623/)<br/></div></div></div>