<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> EMPTY<br/><br/><strong>Head:</strong><br/><strong>Torso:</strong><br/><strong>Legs:</strong><br/><strong>Other:</strong> <br/></div></div></div><br/>As the battle continued to go downhill for the heroines, Lyra's playful demeanor started to fade like the fog dissipated by the morning sun. Her head was still throbbing from the pain of smashing head first into one of the toys. More and more of her allies were in peril. With the state of how things were, the gunslinger knew that her skill was mismatched against the bizarrely sexual magics that the knights chose to fight with. She had to keep the odds as even as possible. The anger and frustration began to rise inside of her. "Ok, that's it! I've had it with these stupid leather straps! Someone better throw a fucking punch because I'm about to lose my shit!!!" She shouted in a burst or rage. Her fury alone nearly dissolved the straps that bound her and brute strength broke what remained.<br/><br/>The furious wildcard turned her attention to the Knight Captain. "You want to end this?! Alright, let's fucking end this!!" She shouted as she twitched her hands in a complex motion, firing off the final bullet in the chamber of her trusty revolver. As if it was forged from the fires of Lyra's own rage, the bullet ricocheted off various objects in the room before finally striking the Captain right between the eyes. Lyra let out a sigh that was both full of anger and relief. With the lynchpin out of the way, she could only hope that the knights would be less organized and easier to handle. She calmed down enough to take notice of her surroundings.<br/><br/>Anna caught her attention with her squirming. The poor huntress seemed completely overwhelmed by a simple strap. "I'll be right there to help you out." Lyra said with a momentary reassuring tone. "I have to say, you do look kinda cute all helpless like that..." She looked around at the three other knights, "but we<em>might</em>need your help so I'll let you out for now." The angry impulse seemed over for the time being and Lyra started to return to her normal self.<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/>!--- Standing Still ---!<br/><br/>&gt;Struggle Against Torso Bindings<br/>Roll: 14 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4618499/) Bondage Level - 2! Free!<br/><br/>&gt;Trick Shot Captain<br/>Hit Roll: 8 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4618504/) Hit!<br/>Damage: 5 (http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4618506/)<br/><br/></div></div></div>