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Retra Smith

She gave a sad smile " Sorry, to disappoint you, but, my innocence, along with my sanity left me the day my dear friend was murdered," the smile was replaced with a serious expression as she readied herself to dodge the Undertaker's attack.

Retra spun quickly around on the leg that wasn't being targeted by the Undertaker's swords, as she spun she lifted and brought back the leg that was being targeted along with her as she spun. She then aimed the heel of her now swinging foot towards the side of the Undertaker's head. When she was close enough she also aimed the blade of one of her knuckle knives towards the Undertaker's upper back. If her foot didn't make contact with the Undertaker's head she hoped she would at least get a stab in. Sorry, Tegi, I won't be able to help you with those guards ... she thought.

Retra Smith

Retra scowled at the now useless blood on her hands. So, this is what their weapons can do. Great. I'll just have to be more careful this time. She formed a switch knife. Then, suddenly, the room began to tilt huh ? she regained her balance when she realized she was the one tilting. " What the ..., "she placed a hand on the lockers. She looked up at the Undertaker. Her vision blurred, but, then became clear once more. Oh no ... she thought. She glanced down at her bandaged calve. Blood was seeping through the bandage. Damn. Must've applied too much pressure no it. When the dizziness began to sub sided she stood up straight and got into a defensive stance, her knife at the ready. I can't ... go down yet !

Retra Smith

Retra glared and was about to retaliate. She started to lunge, when another rush of dizziness hit her. Her knife liquefied back into blood and dripped to the floor. The slit on her wrist was starting to bleed. " Ah ...," She stared at her hand in disbelief.The dizziness was a lot stronger then before. She sunk to one knee and leaned against the lockers, trying to stay conscious . No ... I ... I can't she raised a hand to her head. Glancing at her bandaged calve, the bandaged was nearly soaked with blood. She looked up at the Undertaker as her vision blurred again. Reluctantly, she started to raise her other hand towards the Undertaker. Damn, I ... I have no choice ... I could die ... I'm sorry, Tegi She then collapsed to the floor.

Pretty sure the word means you’re weak, not the use of it he thought with an expressionless face. Geez, one minute the guy could think up something venomous and in the next he made no sense at all. Even more troublesome than the man’s logic was the fact that the guards had guns. Nine guns at nine different angles, all pointed his way for the most part. The branch swayed rhythmically around the crimson scythe as he contemplated what to do. If he charged straight at the undertaker he’d be rittled with bullets and stopped in his tracks. If he struck at the guards he’d still have the risk of being shot AND the undertaker catching him off guard. But I’m not alone in this, am I? He kept his attention toward the armed opposition, but listened for some kind of reply from behind him.

Tegi smiled at Retra’s agreement, and after the undertaker gave his cue to the guards he took off toward them. But the blade in his hand was just a distraction; the flowing chain connected to it began to dissipate and form hardened, sharp needles, shooting out at the guards as he passed. Some were direct and some weren’t as lucky, but turning back around and hitting them with the scythe solved the problem.

But one wasn’t quite down. One still had the will to fight, or rather the guts to fire. With an unsteady hand a rifle aimed half heartedly at Tegi from behind and fired, knocking him a bit off balance with the force hitting the upper part of his left shoulder. Ack! Damnit that hurt! He whirled around, whipping the flaring chain outward and stringing it around the man’s neck. “What where you trying for, my heart, or my head?” The guard was clearly afraid, but it only made Tegi’s glare more fiery, and his smile more sinister. “You made the wrong choice, should have known better!” With a flick of his wrist the chain closed in, severing the man’s head.

Once he turned around however, he was met with something he didn’t want to see. After landing from an unsuccessful hit it was clear that Retra was on the verge of passing out, and upon further inspection the wound on her leg was soaking through the once clean gauze. She realized it too, reaching out for the lockers for a sence of balance.

But before Tegi could jump in and protect her he froze. A doctor of all things just had to come in. Okay, this is okay. This is fine. He’s just treating her is all and… maybe that’s a good thing. He stayed put trying to mentally reassure himself, but all bets were off once a syringe was reveiled. Whoa whoa whoa what the ******** is that!? Take the pain away? What the hell is that suppose to mean?! Caught up in inner turmoil, he ended up being to late to stop the needle from lowering into Retra’s skin. Everything inside was screaming, wanting him to run the opposite way or curl up into a ball, but Tegi shook the feeling away, silently and swiftly making his way over to the small party.

He quickly snatched the medic by the collar of his shirt and pulled him away from the undertaker’s side, lacing the chains around his opposition and putting the blade at the side of his neck. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Think I’m just gonna let you take her with you or something? You’re wrong.” The chains started to cut through the medic’s clothes and into his skin. “Explain what was in that and put her down. Unless you want me to make you, because I can arrange that if you want.”

Calm down, its was just morphine *he holds onto retra* go ahead and kill the staff it just mean I can speed up your sentence..... *he looks down at retra* so much rage in one so cute.... *he looks back at tegi* your not going to let me take her? Gunshots were fired this place will be swarming in guards in a matter of seconds....

What do I want with her? I want to know her more she interests me... *he looks down at his legs* you want her to live? I do too, she goes with you she dies *he holds onto her* you let me take her and make sure she doesn't die.....please tegi....

Tegi didn’t trust the first answer. He didn’t trust the man in front of him at all. How could he after all that was said before and all the hints to what the guy’s charges were? He certainly wasn’t going to let someone like Retra be victimized like that. But the undertaker did make sense in a way. If she was bad enough to be taken to the infirmary, he couldn’t promise that he’d be able to take that route. The doctor under toe was bad enough, but a whole section of the prison full of them? That was more than pushing limits. Moreover, how the heck was he going to move her from the theatre with the injuries he had?

“What makes you think she would die if-“ Before the stubborn deadman could finish his question he was cut off. Or rather, his leverage was cut through thanks to the other undertaker stepping in. Somehow the threatening presence that the white haired man carried before was forgotten about, but now it was stronger than ever. Tegi retracted what he could of the damaged chains in an attempt to prevent the effects of blood-loss.

Damn, what now? Tegi’s eyes shifted from one figure to the other. Two undertakers. A friend, allie, and fellow deadman passed out before them. Things were not looking good. Sorry Retra, I’ve gotta think and let this play through before I can help you…

Yami's eye twitched when the man said 'care to join.' In a flash of silver, the undertaker had his weapon to the other man's throat. "I suggest that you just walk away, before you really piss me off." He whispered and switched his weapon to the other hand. Yami's free hand pointed at the male deadman. "No matter what your orders are, he is my prey. Touch a single f*****g hair on his head and YOU become my prey. And I always kill my prey. Do you understand what I'm saying? If you receive an order involving him, you tell me and I will take care of it. Right now there is no authorization to harm him, so leave him be." He finished. His quiet voice was full of anger and blood-lust. Despite that, he would leave Tegi alone...for now.

Yami headed for the door. He grabbed the unconscious girl and lugged her over his shoulder. "I'm taking her to the infirmary so she doesn't die." He growled as the guards rushed forward to stop him. Most of them stopped at his words, but the ones that didn't were sliced to pieces by Yami's blade. He held the sharp edge up to his lips and licked some of the blood off. It was one of his habits. If there was any blood on his blade that he had never had on their before, he always tasted it. Yami glared at the other undertaker. "Follow." He commanded gruffly and continued towards the door.