<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> 0000XX<br/><br/><strong>Head:</strong><br/><strong>Torso:</strong><br/><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Other:</strong> <br/></div></div></div><br/>Lyra had reluctantly agreed to let the thief try to talk her way into the castle but when the barrier arose behind the heroines she became uneasy. The guards were surprisingly well-armed and the castle was in far better condition than she would have expected from the spymaster's letter. As Felina tried to reason with the guards, Lyra slid her arm slowly down her hip until her fingers could grasp the cool steel of her trusty weapon.<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, the castle guards were not so welcoming. Lyra gripped her gun still in the holster and took a step back. One of the guards attempted to confiscate her weapon, reaching for the artifact on her hip. The time for talk was over. Within an instant she drew the weapon and with a powerful crackle fired a bullet into the guard's chest, blasting through the poor woman's armor. For a moment time slowed to a still. The gunslinger drew a breath. Every draw of the trigger was like a jolt of lightning pulsing through her body. The smell of the gun-smoke filled her nostrils and it brought her to a serene calm. The moment when she fired the shot was an all too familiar slice of bliss that she was more than happy to experience over and over again.<br/><br/>With the alchemist gone to the giant squid in the moat along with one of the guards, she was well aware of the danger of the situation. She moved along the drawbridge to gain an advantageous position to take out the leader but by the time she had a chance to aim, a knife was firmly planted between the leader's eyes. "Well well well, nice shot!" She shouted to Felina. Lyra then turned her attention to an aggressive looking guard. She was a little surprised that the others haven't fled yet.<br/><br/>The wildcard quickly fired off another shot, the bullet grazed the guard. "Well, can't get lucky all the time can we?"<br/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Dice Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hit Roll: 9 &gt;= 9 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4532787/) Hit!<br/>Damage: 2 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4532790/)<br/></div></div>