<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"><br/><div align="center">Not Engaged in Battle</div><br/></div></div></div><br/>Another day, another job. The mercenary life that the wild card grew accustomed to never seemed to change. Go somewhere, do something, get paid and everyone is none the wiser. Missions with a group of people were rare for the gunslinger, but not unwelcome. A chance to work with someone else gave her a nice of pace. It could prove to be fun and at the very worst, she had four meat-shields of various stature to duck behind if things got hairy.<br/><br/>Lyra walked up to the table and leaned over the letter, mumbling the words to herself as she read it. Occasionally she would stop to chuckle a bit before continuing. Once she finished she took a few steps back and folded her arms. Her Jade eyes scanned across the room, checking out the other assembled "heroines." She made brief eye-contact with everyone before spryly uncrossing her arms. The mission was to assault a castle full of crazed cultists with five women. The book wormy one looked like she was a bit out of place, however, Lyra was smart enough to wait and see the blue-haired girl's abilities before deeming her a sacrificial lamb. There was a brooding woman that looked like she knew her way around the battlefield, but didn't seem like one to get all buddy-buddy very easily. "What a shame," Lyra muttered to herself "She's not bad looking and the stoic look kinda does it for me." The red haired woman looked to know her way around a pocket or two and appeared to have been on the dangerous side of a fight a few times... but it was just a hunch. Finally, there was the woman who would surprised Lyra if she managed to say more than a sentence or two.<br/><br/>Lyra couldn't help but laugh when she heard Marian's suggestion. "Hah!" Lyra smiled, "I say we just bust in the front door. The way I see it, they gathered five women to take out an entire castle of fanatics. So, if there are so few of us, there are either not very many cultists or it's a trap." She sat down on a small wooden chair, propped her legs up and folded her arms behind her head. "Either way, I would rather fight, get it over with and get out. Housework just isn't my style. Besides, you all have me on your side. Piece of cake!" She said with a wink.