Belladonna froze mid-moment, a throbbing temple directed towards the struck-down guard, her legs cartoonishly cocked in uncooperative direction. [i]She was just about to get the bastard...[/i] [color=f6989d]"What a well-placed pounce,"[/color] she commended Van, her lips quivering, befitting of her sulking expression. Despite her disappointment, the warrior couldn't help but appreciate the alleviated weight missing from her ankle; nothing was worse than witnessing one's own atrophying calf muscles, for they were almost impossibly hard to build up.

[color=f6989d]"I thank you, chiseled friend,"[/color] she exclaimed, grabbing the burly draph by the shoulders in a sort of readying-for-one-last-adventure-before-we-split type of way, shooting him a brilliant, appreciative, almost uncomfortable intimate smile, accompanied by floating petals and a sweet scent. [color=f6989d]"Now, it is indeed time to escape, and let our hearts soar into freedom!"[/color] However, instead of gearing up, as suggested by Cayde, Belladonna fiercely removed the prisoner jumpsuit, letting the frayed halfs of the top dangle at her sights, revealing a simple crop top and a defined, sadly paled abdomen. [color=f6989d]"That scoundrel mustn't get off without punishment, then! To abandon his own men like you describe is... it's shameful! I say HE is the one who deserves some physical discipline!"[/color] While Belladonna paced behind Perkeo, she flexed her arms, almost strutting down the hallway. [color=f6989d]"I also second her notion,"[/color] Belladonna concluded, nodding towards Homura. [color=f6989d]"I am eager to retrieve my belongings. If you so lend me your help to return my mask, I'll gladly fight for you in our escape-endeavor."[/color]