Ayra wrote:(I'm gonna slip in and make a quick post even though I kinda just have to wait to make a real thread moving post for awhile XD)
Agent Colton and his party let out shouts and whispers of confusion as a gust of wind came and went...with some of their weapons. Colton let out a low groan. Looks like the fugitives had managed to remove their cuffs after all. Making quick, silent motions with his hands, he instructed his team to divert from the corridor to another one that would still lead them to the rouge HYDRA agent, before travelling to the containment area. Flashing his badge across a hidden panel in the wall, a once invisible door opened and his entire team moved from one hallway to another, before the door shut silently behind them. Once safely on the other side, Colton passed his weapon to an awaiting teammate who had lost his weapon before pulling out his tablet. Using the cameras in the compound, he easily was able to tell where the inmate had gone to -- the armory. A silent sigh escaped him as he closed off all doors, and the door at the end of the hallway just past the armory door. He couldn't keep the Asgardian out of the armory, as that door was not controllable through tech, because of a certain situation that occurred not long ago with another Asgardian inmate. But, he could keep the shapeshifter from moving further into the compound. Now, she was only able to access the armory and the hallways she had come from. Colton did, however, shut off all access points the speedy Asgardian could have been able to use to get to the rouge agent. The last thing they needed was for the two of them to team up now that the assassin had broken off from her group. They had a better chance at taking her down when she was singled out. Right now, Ayra Hunter was their main mission. Agent Bob was sending down a second team to deal with the other inmates, and considering it wasn't his job to interfere with their mission, he made no other moves to contain the other inmates. He had his orders, and he was going to follow them. The last thing he needed was to be demoted, or worse, fired for not following his orders. While he was concentrating on his tablet, his team had issued out secondary weapons, such as hand guns, to the ones who had lost their weapons. Placing his tablet away again, he motioned for his team to move on after retrieving his own rifle. With the ear piece in his ear, he spoke to Agent Bob, who he was sure was waiting for an update on the situation. "Sir," Colton began, "the group that we apprehended with Hunter have removed their cuffs and have infiltrated the armory. We are on our way to the rouge agent's location now, after a small detour was needed." The agent stated while he and his team moved down the new corridor, their path set to intercept Ayra.
(woop just a warning; angry sinnamon roll assassin post ahead)
AYRA
Ayra let out a sharp, very aggressive swear in Russian as the door she was set to dart through shut, almost crushing her in the process. Without hesitation, she slammed her fist against the door before taking off in a desperate sprint in the only direction she was able to move; forward. It was like an intense game of cat and mouse now. The open doorways remained that way, open, until about five seconds before she reached them, causing her to miss every opportunity to remove herself from this part of the compound. It frustrated her to no end. She knew this was all a game, a means to an end for SHIELD. Ayra knew they were leading her somewhere. She just didn't know where. And she didn't like not knowing.
A frustrated shout rose in the back of the assassin's throat as she sprinted with a new rage behind her. Internally she began to curse everything. The idea to leave the void, the mistake of causing a ruckus upon their arrival to Earth, the mistake of making a candy stop, the mistake of not alerting anyone else of where they were headed, her utterly brainless and stupid decision to do any of it. Oh, how she wished she had voiced her thoughts to inform Frigga, or even Loki as to where they were headed. Perhaps then they wouldn't be in this mess.
It didn't take long for her to use that pent up rage to fuel her forward in a faster sprint, soon taking over the closing doors until she managed to throw herself through a doorway, narrowly missing getting caught in it. Due to her angry state, she slammed directly into the wall on the other side of the door, her shoulder making a resounding crack as she collided with it. The pain only added adrenaline to her current unpredictable state. It made her more dangerous, having such an adrenaline fueled high. Ayra's feet heavily slammed against the annoyingly white tile as she stormed down the hall, a look of pure hatred etched onto her face. It was the face of most recruit's nightmares. Usually she didn't enter such a mood, but due to the day she was having, it wasn't exactly unwarranted. It would just be very terrifying for the ones on the receiving end of it. And, even more so due to the fact she has little control over her actions in such a state. Oh yes, one of her greatest sins had to be wrath.
Ahead, at the end of the hall, she could hear boots moving, stomping, stamping. It sounded like a herd of blundering badgers. A wicked smirk adorned her face as she causally slipped into a doorway, which had been closed on her when she had been running on the other side of the hall. Quietly, she pressed her back up against it as she waited. It didn't take long, as the pace of the team sent to retrieve her didn't break their quickened pace. Her breathing didn't change as she waited. It was a calm, relaxed pace, much unlike her current mood; dark, wrathful, and unfiltered. The moment the footsteps became seconds from passing her doorway, she lunged out from her hiding place, and stuck her arm out to snag the rifle of the leading agent. Due to her surprise attack, the man was so frightened, he released the weapon into the assassin's hands. Bad move, buddy. She mirthfully thought as she quickly pulled the weapon to her shoulder and fired, taking out the two leading officers. Meanwhile, the rest of the team had ran into each other due to the stopping of the first two agents. It was the perfect distraction for her to take out the leaders. In front of her, the two bodies slumped as their now lifeless eyes peered up at her. It was an exhilarating, intoxicating feeling whenever she pulled the trigger. It was just one thing she couldn't shake from her HYDRA days.
Before any of the other agents had time to recover, Ayra threw the gun to the side and punched the next man directly in the throat, causing him to choke and drop his weapon to the floor before backing away. The man stationed next to him, probably his partner, shouted as he drew his weapon up with a shout. The assassin reached forward quickly and grabbed the barrel of the weapon before yanking it forward, and then shoving it backward into the man's face. A snapping noise could be heard, probably the breaking of the man's nose, before the rifle was dropped to the ground like the previous ones had been. The man had reached up with a sharp cry, his hands moving to cradle his broken nose. Using the moment to her advantage, Ayra jumped forward, placing on foot on the man's bent knee before hopping up and wrapping her legs around the man's neck, swiveling her body around much like she had earlier with the two guards at Eve's cell. When she had pulled her body down, she snagged the hand gun from the holster of the agent on his thigh, and readied it before firing it twice, while she was somewhat upside-down, at the man behind the one she had caused to face plant into the tile, before landing on her own two feet. As she steadied herself on her feet, she grabbed the clip from the handgun quickly before throwing it with precision at another man's throat. From there, she tossed the now useless firearm to the side. It'd perhaps be easier to shoot all the men dead, but that just wasn't her style. Ayra had much more flare when it came to kills, and a dislike for firearms. She felt they were a cheater's way to death.
Now that she had taken down six of the agents sent to apprehend her, she began to feel a little cocky. A chilling grin, teeth and all, overtook her lips as the fire only grew in her eyes. Quickly, she threw herself sideways, into the wall to avoid being shot full on, and managed to move fast enough for the bullet only to be a graze on her shoulder. With the time it took for her to take down the five agents, the rest of the team had managed to get their wits about them. The grin, however, did not lessen at all. Instead, a hateful laugh erupted from her as she then darted towards the other wall of the hallway, using her burst of speed to propel herself up on the wall before kicking off of it. On her descent, she brought her fist down on the nearest agent's face, causing him to fall to the floor lifelessly due to the force. Without missing a beat, she turned on her heel in a quick circle to avoid the new rain of bullets being fired at her, although not completely fast enough. One bullet lodged itself in her bicep, and another in her side. But due to the amount of adrenaline coursing through her bloodstream, she could barely feel it. Ayra then threw herself into the next man, going full dead-weight on him, which knocked them both to the floor. From there, Ayra elbowed the man in the throat before swinging around with her leg, kicking the legs out from under the nearest standing man. Before getting hit by a bullet, she fell to the side, now on her back. Pulling one leg to her, she lashed out, kicking the next man in the family jewels. The cry of pain that erupted from him was invigorating, as she quickly rose to her feet to avoid getting crushed by the two men falling to the floor at the same time. It was comical, the way they fell and hit their heads together, knocking each other out.
In front of her was the last man she had yet to take down. The chilling grin then turned into a twisted smirk, her eyes set ablaze with a dangerous fire as she regarded him. The poor sap looked like he had already wet himself, and he was shaking like a leaf, his rifle raised and pointed at her.
"Don't move!" He shouted at her, his voice high and pitchy as he spoke. Heaving a sigh, and rolling her eyes, she lifted her hands into the air, her elbows bent as she looked bemused at the lad.
"Looks like you'll be getting that promotion then, huh? Bringing in the legendary Ayra Hunter? Being the sole survivor? Oooh, the stories you'll have, boy." Ayra smirked and shot the kid a quick wink, enjoying the cocky look that began to form on the kid's face, the amusement returning to her features. The praise seemed to get to the lad's head, as he just slightly lowered the barrel of his rifle. And, it was enough for the assassin to strike again. She quickly dropped her hands back to her sides, and before the lad knew what was happening, she had kicked the rifle from his hands before grabbing him by the harness over his shoulders. Ayra harshly yanked the kid forward, before smashing her forehead into his. Unsure if it was because of the force she used, or if it was just because the lad's skull wasn't as hard as her's, she watched on as the young recruit crumpled to the floor with a 'thump!'
Reaching down, she picked up another handgun from the now fallen lad, and pulled the clip to check if it had ammunition in it, before reloading the gun again. With an unimpressed look, she allowed her gaze to sweep over the gore surrounding her and the fallen agents. Not all of them were out of commission indefinitely, but there are a few who are. Giving a gruff exhale, she stepped over the crumbled, mangled, and bloodied bodies as she stalked down the hall at a leisurely pace, the handgun loaded and ready for use should it come to it. And, on her face, was still that wicked grin, now framed by specks and smears of crimson, much like her clothing.
(idek how many agents were sent after her, so I just thought of cool ways for Ayra just to take them out -- minus one. I was going to include the crushing of a skull with her thighs, but I figured that might be a little too gory for CS.
Also I got to kinda flesh out the dark and damaged side of Ayra, so that was fun o_o *throws confetti* And I'm not even sure how this post got so long seeing as I wrote it in less than an hour.)
So we did it a second time with a darker shade and now it's like a violet/dark lavender. I'm happy with it though because now I know it'll fade to pastel lavender and then silver ;] )