[center]- [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/32210/posts/ooc?page=2#post-976867]Mila[/url] }|{ [url=http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/32210/posts/ooc?page=2#post-1041147]Spencer[/url] -[/center]

Mila slowly steadied her breathing as she rested against the hall, hearing as the soldiers were nearing closer to the room in which she hid. She remembered her training. It was difficult not to after so many years of restless training. She counted the foot steps in the hall, there were four soldiers; not nearly as many as she was hoping to distract away from the rest of the group. Though it was a welcome though knowing she didn't need to handle that much.

Though she remember she only had four rounds. She was a good shot but not good enough to get four expert shots off before they returned fire. New strategy. She would wait til they got close, jump the first one and use him as a shield. Figure out the rest from there. Mila took a slow deep breath to settle her nerves as the steps came ever closer.

And then the steps were just outside the door. Swinging herself through the open door, noticing the startled surprise through the mans mask. Before he could raise his gun in defense Mila slammed the heel of her foot into the side of his knee. He cried out as he fell to his knees, Mila quickly tooking him by the nape of his vest and hiding behind his body. 

Mila tore away the assault rifle the soldier had and began to blind fire down the hall until the clip was empty and there was no longer returning fire. Mila peeked up over his shoulder and sighed in relief as they were all in a pile on the floor. Releasing her hold on the nape of his vest he fell down with a lifeless thud.

Mila then unclipped the assault rifle from off his shoulder and exchanged the clip, loading another round into the chamber. Down the hall she heard a rather loud bang, but it didn't sound like gunfire. Mila quickly hurried down the hall, aiming down the sight the entire way down ready for anything to pop up. She got to the hall where she heard the noise and peaked around the corner to see Spencer ushering citizens through a hole in the wall. 

She turned the corner and and hurried to catch up with them. As she came to the hole in the wall she looked past the group of citizens as a group of soldiers entered into the room with their phasing through the opposing wall. Luckily enough she noticed a fire extinquisher on the far wall just behind the line of soldiers. Taking no time she lined up the shot and released a round that expertly soared between a random teenage males parted legs and into the center of the canister. 

The extinguisher then exploded and sent shrapnel tearing through a handful of the soldiers and throwing the rest to the ground from the concussive blast. Before they could recover Mila climbed through the hole and moved in front of the group of citizens to fire several rounds into the mass of groaning soldiers until they were motionless. The assault rifle letting off hollow clicking sounds as it tried to fire a round but nothing was left in the chamber. 

Mila dropped the empty gun to the floor with a clatter. She sighed and turned around to flash a soft smile to Spencer, as if trying to give her some sense of confidence that she wasn't terrified. But she was terrified. She couldn't let them know that though. 

"They are everywhere, aren't they?" She joked playfully with a laugh. Her adrenaline left her disregarding the wound on her side and the blood that stained her shirt.

As Mila sprung into action before them, Spencer hurried the civilians behind a column near the closed-off portion of Indian artifacts. "Stay put," she told them. They all nodded. Turning to the crumpled soldiers, as well as Mila, Spencer walked stiffly, her gun raised. She didn't bother to shoot anyone, however, mainly because she didn't have anyone to shoot. 

She glanced up at one who'd done all of this just as she began to speak, her voice noticeably strained. It didn't take long before Spencer spotted blood seeping through Mila's shirt. She'd been hit. When, though, she didn't know. "You're hurt," Spencer stated, practically gliding toward the girl. Without making an effort to ask, Spencer swept the girl into her arms, gently laying her on the ground. 

As everything around her stilled, Spencer knew that there wasn't much time. Taking in a deep breath, Spencer hesitantly raised the end of Mila's shirt - just enough so Spencer could clearly see the wound. She'd been clipped by some sort of gun, but fortunately, it wasn't deep. Even if she couldn't fully heal it, she could stop the bleeding and lessen the pain. 

"Stay still for me, okay?" she instructed, placing her palms over where she'd been shot. Allowing her eyes to close, Spencer gritted her teeth, centralizing all of her energy solely on where her hands were placed. She could feel the warmth of the Mila's blood beneath her palms as she did so, the scent of it suddenly filling her nostrils. 

Spencer tried to think of the issue at hand, but with every inhale, memories flooded her mind. Spencer was on the verge of panicking. The smell was so fucking strong... She inhaled sharply, and immediately realized her mistake as she began to cry out in anguish. Her fingers trembled on the other girl's hip as memories flooded through her head. 

Daddy smells like blood again. I wonder whose it is... 

It was her blood. Hers. 

Claw at her arms, crack her nose, beat on her stomach- blood, blood everywhere. 

"Stop... stop..." Spencer weeped. "Stop! Don't touch me!" 

Yelping, Spencer flung backward, her head all but smacking against the ground. Her mind was running on adrenaline at that point, her pulse racing as genuine confusion washed over her. She wasn't anywhere near that god awful place. She was in a museum. With Mila. With citizens. 

Shit... Mila. 

Eyes widening in alarm, Spencer scurried to the girl, her side now caked with ice. "Jesus," she whispered, picking at the layers of frost from her skin. Brushing it away briskly, Spencer found that Mila's wound was almost completely gone, for a small scar had taken its place. The remaining bullet pieces had managed to get caught in the ice that'd previously been on her skin. 

Spencer had done it. 

She'd healed Mila. 

"I-I'm sorry for freaking out like that..." she murmured, helping the other woman up. "I'll, uh, I'll explain later, I guess." 

She wouldn't, of course. But surely the idea comforted Mila some. 

Mila didn't protest when she was helped to lie down, knowing Spencer would try and help the wound. Though as she began to seem to zone out and become terrified she looked up a bit worriedly. Chilling pain shot across her side though it soon was overcome with a gentle tingle. She looked down at her side and noticed how it was covered in a sheet of ice. By that time Spencer had come back to her senses and hurried back to her side. Gently brushing away the frost.

"It's fine." She assured with a soft smile. "No need to explain. We all have secrets." She took her hand gently and used the help to her feet. Pulling down her shirt to cover her flat stomach.

Mila looked over at the group huddled behind the debris. "They should stay there until we can get the exits opened once again." She suggested. "Right now we need to get back to the rest of the group." She then lead the way out of the side room and down several halls until she found a large group of peers and teachers.