(Ult) The Vault

The seats weren't what he was accustomed to, but this was the only way to get to The Vault and have a talk with it's Warden, about some of his inmates that he had been watching over the years. BOB (Brad Oliver Billings) wanted to discuss early release, or simply release  for those inmates whose court appointed lawyers gave ill-defense or no defense due to cowardice had received a sentence of life. "Sir, we are almost there." The pilot of the helicopter spoke to him through his headset. Bob slipped it off his head and placed the headset on his finely pressed blue suit. Laying back on the head rest he tried to picture how the conversation with the Warden would go. He couldn't see him just letting them go, but he was still sure he could convince him that due to the terrible representation they had received that he should show some leniency. He thought if the Warden would be willing to tell the judge that they had been upstanding inmates, then the judge could change his ruling or maybe the senator would get involved. Bob was used to having things done when he asked them. 

A dull hum echoed throughout the metal cell as the doctor sat opposite his patient. Dr. Joseph Hanna was a well known and respected criminal psychologist, who had been brought it especially to deal with the peculiar breed of insanity that was contained in the walls of the Vault. He was dressed in a smart business suit, had a crop of short black hair with streaks of grey, and a small goatee. His glasses were balanced precariously on the end of his nose. His wrinkled face was creased up in a frown as he leant on his thumbs, both elbows resting on the table. In the chair opposite the plain, empty table was the patient, a bald man with a target carved into his forehead. He was dressed in dull, standard prison garb, an orange jumpsuit, and was shackled with both hand and leg cuffs. His pose was exactly the same as the man who had been called in to deal with him. As Hanna tilted his forehead, the madman opposite did the same.

"What is your name?" The Doctor began to ask, but before he had even finished speaking, the lunatic had started, repeating the exact same question:

"What is your name?"

The psychologist paused, raising his eyebrows, as his patient's eyebrows followed suit. "My name is Dr. Joseph Hanna."

Again, before the man could finish his sentence, his mirror had already begun replying: "My name is Dr. Joseph Hanna."

Hanna gave a subtle smile, before taking a file out of his coat pocket and unfolding it. Whilethe patient had no coat or file, he copied the actions precisely.

"It says here your name is Seth..."

"It says here your name is Seth..."

"You're an accomplished shapeshifter..."

"You're an accomplished shapeshifter..."

"But sometimes you go by the name Cain, or Abel. Can you tell me why?"

"But sometimes you go by the name Cain, or Abel." Here Seth paused and stared, wide-eyed, at his interrogator, before contuining, with a little more emphasis... "Can you tell me why?"

Dr. Hanna smiled, as Seth maintained his current position, his eyes never shifting as they shone like beacons into the doctor's own soul. "I believe I can, yes." He paused, and when it was clear there would be no echo, continued. "It would be easy to assume you simply have a multiple personality disorder. But I believe that you're much more complicated than that. Both Cain and Abel have their own forms, their own goals, even their own likes and dislikes. You are able to shapeshift to the extent that your brain is in a constant state of morphing, never stable. Only here, in this power-repressing cell, are you finally able to relax your mind. I think your brothers are a lot more than just seperate personalities. I think they are different people, two different souls, trapped in your body. You are not just one man, Seth, but three, fighting for dominance." Seth titled his head to one side, intrigued by the idea. The psychologist leaned back in his chair, and suddenly Seth resumed his habit of copying the man's body movements. "If you could answer a few of my questions, I think we can--" Hanna had started stroking his goatee at this point, but stopped abruptly, frozen in his seat. "Well. We will have to resume this another time. Good day, Seth." As Joseph made to leave, the lunatic simply sat in the same position, stroking his own goatee, eyes never leaving his new acquiantance.

"You seem like a fun game." Seth remarked, suddenly, as Joseph was at the door. The doctor paused cautiously. "Like a jigsaw... You're no fun right now, though. I have to take you apart first... Then see if I can put you back together." The door slammed and Seth's expression became a grin, which soon became a laugh of maniacal glee.

"You don't have that thing turned up high enough." Hanna hissed at the guard outside the door, who had been monitoring the conversation through the cameras in the cell.

"The power repressor?" The guard replied, puzzled. "What the hell are you talkin' bout, Doc?"

"He didn't have a beard five minutes ago." Hanna replied sharply, and the guard recoiled as he examined the security feed to discover that Seth did indeed suddenly have a goatee, which was shifting and growing longer, soon engulging his entire face, as he morphed into a giant, laughing ball of hair. Cranking up the dial on the console violently, the humming in the cell intensified as Seth, still chuckling, was forced back into his human form.

The vault.... This wasn't the first time Mike had been here and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Mike was a member of HEAT and he was bringing in a prisoner that had escaped from custody three times already before he could be transported here. Mike decided this time he'd give it his own personal touch...

 The day to day monotony of continuously mopping the Vault floors would have driven most inmates over the proverbial edge, but not Alexander, who took full advantage of his daily duties watching, mapping, and monitoring every aspect of the guards involuntary routine and movements. Which had become increasingly easier with the arrive of the new golden haired receptionist in processing. Her voluptuous build coupled with a heart warming smile consumed the majority of their attention reducing them to nothing more then overgrown school kids with exploding hormones. However today was different. Today a member of an elite government funded team codenamed HEAT, had apprehended the nearly invulnerable recently escaped convict by use of overwhelming physical prowess. Escorting the unconscious villain via his shoulder, he unceremoniously ejected him onto the floor before briefly flashing his own charming grin at Ms. Sunshine. Alexander cautiously kept an eye on the unfolding scene while maintaining the illusion of his work as the rock hard skinned meta-human began to come to. Without hesitation a swift and violently well placed kick to the face once again relegated the energy manipulator to the floor. Returning his attention to the receptionist for a brief moment he rekindled his conversation before making his way towards the general population and then to the mess hall.

Slowly Alexander began cleaning up the recently spilled pool of crimson colored ass whoopin, a devilish grin creeping over his face as he reached behind his back removing a crudely made shiv. In an instant he had managed to gain entrance into the secretaries cubical twirling an idol chair around using it to barricade the door. "Aint ya just a peach" he toyingly smirked with his distinctive southern drawl. "Shame they left such a pretty flower unattended. But dont you worry none, I'mma make sure you get all the attention you deserve"

Las Vegas Nevada Two Weeks Ago

Alezra made her way up the Stratosphere. Slowly she crept through the ventalation of the building. After several minutes she was in the central restraunt of the towering complex. A redish mist began to poor from the air vent above the people in the room stared in confusion at what was happening before their eyes. The mist as deep a red as blood began to go from a cloud into the shape of a humanoid. The colors became solid as it began to resemble skin. Until at last it resembled a person. Her skin was a crimson red and eyes a blazing yellow in color. The crimson woman's body was covered in black tatoos of dark origins. The little bit of clothing the woman did wear was as black as night just like the markings covering her body. From the back of her head rather than having hair were two long serpent looking tales that writhed as if they had their own life. A slinder cylindar came off of her hip and into her hands, not pulled or untied it simply traveled through the hair into her open palm. The woman clasped the handle of her blade with both hands, with the flick of a switch a glowing blade snaped into focus. The energy pulsed with a glowing light like a solar flair. The crimson glow of the blade of energy casted an eary glow in the dim lit room. "Who the hell are you!?" A bald man screamed at her geting up from his seat.

"In religious lure of your world I hear there is a diety you call generaly Death, he has many names one of his most common being the Grim Reaper. The one I have come to like however consists of the same letters of my name, Azrael is what you shall call me for the brief moment you breath." The words parted the possed aliens lips as a wisper that traveled through the room. With that she attacked without remorse her blade cleaved through sevral fleeing bodies with ease. Limbs and body parts falling to the floor small trickles of blood marking the arcs they traveled. The heated energy burned wounds closed quickly limiting the amount of bloodshed, something that almost heightend the horror. The carnage was grim but with out the apauling factor of blood it made the massacres almost surreal. Azrael had no desire to kill everyone this was but a method to get to the objective. The alien ran over to the left flank of the fleeing individuals, taking all their lives would probably be of little dificulty, instead though the warior chose only to end the lives of four or five of the people. A blast of telekinetic energy sent the people flying like rag dolls. Thw  burst that escaped her hand pushed the family out of the windows. The sound of terified screams and shattering glass was momentarily heard before lost to the wind.

Once more grabing the blade with both hands Alezra pulled on the handle until it was almost the length of a staff. With a flick of the switch below the first another blade popped from the oposite end of the weapon. The dual bladed weapon hummed and so did it's wielder as she waited for someone to arive. At the hieght of the battle hym a squad of people in blue clothing with gold shield designs on there chest faced her. In their hands were small weapons much like the firearms the less 4xperienced people of her species  used. The information she had gathered on her arival identified these people as police officers. Clearing his thraot the man presumably the captain spoke. "Miss drop the weapon. Your already guilty of multiple acounts of murder don't make it worse." She did nothing "we have you surounded please let's end this now."

Alezra smiled "yes lets." Her blade rose and so did the guns. The bullets passed through the air hiting nothing leaving only a trail of blood red mist. Alezra reshaped herself takeing hold of the blade that floated on it's own. In a flurry of motion she had cut the majority to shreds. Three remained Az charged forward satisfied with the carnage she had caused it was time to move on. With a twist of the handle the blade became two, as the glowing sword impaled the men on the sides the woman in the center fired a round into Alezra's stomach. It was easy to push the pain aside for awhile as the officer arrested her and she pretended to be wounded.

Two Weeks Later, Vault Present Day

Alezra had changed her skintone to the secondary color of her clan and had shifted her head tails into hair. Her tatoos remained however her skin was now blue her hair a matching bluish violet color. It was pretty early in her time in the prison that she had adjusted the clothing more to her nature. The Orange jumpsuit had been torn to function more like a vest revealing the white undershirt. The tank top was also torn at the bottom to expose her belly button. She sat in cell six hundred fourteen awaiting the doctor. Doctor Amilia Umant had been trying to see Alezra for awhile and finally the warren had given the clear last night. The woman had left her home in Phoenix Arizona as soon as she awoke. A knock was heard and sure enough it was her, the one and only guest Alezra had gotten outside of people who worked in the prison. Az mocked as the woman tried to be polite "Umant I'm an inmate you don't have to ask, now let's get this over with shall we."

Soon the alien was sitting in a cussioned chair across from her sat the good doctor. "It says here you like to go by Azrael, but what is your real name." Being secretive was pointless in her clan and so Azra came out with straight forward answers. "My name is Alezra Bloodhusk." Amilia's eye brow raised at the answer but she continued "so how did you aquire your abilities? Telekinesis and that mist like power of yours seems like a powerfull mix." Alezra again replied casually "They were aquired from bearth, and no I am not a mutant." The doctor took her notes before continuing "So if it's no mutation how do you describe your powers and skin condition Alezra?" The inmate leaned forward "my home is lightyears away as your kind would put it I'm a xenomorph or extraterestrial." The doctor smiled, "so if that is the case why did you get caught the way you did? Seems counter productive to end up in here." Alezra shook her head "it's simple this is the perfect point to start in." Not sure what to say the doctor got out of her seat "the lie detectors and brain scans sugest your not lying meaning you either believe your own fantasies or you speak the truth. I will need time to make an analysis."

That said and done the woman with crstal colored skin was put in the mess hall with the other female inmates. "Look they let us keep the freak" one of the heavier women remarked. She was big about six foot or more with more muscle tone then alot of men wish they could have, her hair was a knoted mess only adding to her gruff look. "I know you want us to have shower time, I'm sorry shug" Alezra remarked with a devious smile. The burly woman angered at the remark prepared to strike, ALezra was quicker however. Her skin changed to it's natural color the bloody tone of her heritage as she leapt towards the woman. Az passed over the prisoners head the chains that bound her wrist made there way to the inmates neck. The alien landed on the opposite end of the table and crouched, her prey was pinned to the table gasping for air as the chains strangled the life out of her. Alarms flared, guards would stop her soon but she would have enough time to atleast render the inmate unconcious.    

Mike sat talking with a few guards when suddenly a siren began to blair and the dispatchers came over the speakers saying there was a fight going on in the women's mess. The guards all hurried to the subdue the inmates, Mike ran a few yards ahead of them. Just great... I get to break up a fight between a bunch of burly prison women Mike chuckled as he ran, confusing the guards trailing behind him, now outfitted with riot gear. 
Mike was the first person to arrive in the cafeteria. A large crowd of women had gathered around and Mike had to move them out of the way. One threw a punch at him and he heard the bones in her hand shatter upon impact. He finally reached the center were two women were fighting. One was the stereotypical "Butch" type of female inmate, while the other was... well... Sexy... Mike had never really been known to beat around the bush anyway. Why start now? What was most surprising was that the much smaller woman had the larger one on the ground and her face was a purplish-blue color. While the other's skin was red... Mutant? he thought to himself. 

Mike walked over to them, neither had noticed him yet, the large woman was barely alive at this point, her lungs having been denied air for so long. Mike stepped where to two could see them and aimed the energy weapons built into his hand at the blood red prisoner. Whoa now hun, Let her go or else I might have to ruin that pretty face of yours. 


One woman from the crowd came and hit him with a trash can from behind. Mike pivoted on unleashed a torrent of energy, set to stun towards the brute of a woman. A millisecond later she was unconscious against a wall, she'd be fine but she'd definitely think twice about doing that again. 


He returned his attention to the two prisoners that were the cause of all this.No let her go sweet cheeks, I won't be so polite if I have to ask again... you understand me darlin'? The energy projectors on his palms began to glow a menacing red. 

Things had been set in motion, her team was out on their mission codenamed "The Heist". It was an elaborate mission that required the breakout of a high ranked NYC gang member of prison, and then the take down of him and his whole operation once he was out. Some would say, it would be a waste of time to break someone out only to put them back in the big house. However, Madame Rose saw the cash cow beind it and knew this mission could put her on the map. But today was not about that mission but all about her team. She had journeyed to the Nevada compound known as the Vault to recrute. Once her ducks were all in a row and she knew she had a solid start to her team she wanted to get more "talent" for the services she required. She knew the members of her team were already great at what they did, they had the brains, stealth, and focus to get a job done. The only thing was they couldn't get much done with only four members.

This wouldn't be the first time to the Vault as Madame Rose long ago served as one of the meta human guards that would patrol this sector from time to time. Her plant abilities were key in putting restless prisoners down or neatly placing them in a thorny cage where they dare not escape. She had came for once with permission, the warden a dear friend allowed her to have a tour of the compounds and access to their prisoners that were on "better behavior". Although this was a privileged visit, she wasn't looking for those with warden brownie points, or to merely visit. She was going to break them out!

"Miss Rose its a pleasure I assure you now...I didn't expect you to be showin' up in such a fancy jet. When you told me you were coming out here I expected that old beat up Chevy you used to drive."

Madame Rose blushed as she rubbed the back of her head, she glanced at the black jet that shined in the hot Nevada Sun. "Welp, I guess some things have changed!" She flashed a big grin at him as she tried to keep up the act of this just being a friendly visit. Things had chnaged she her and her team had a "backer", someone that funded all their missions and team itself. His motives were yet unknown to Madame Rose but she had ways of finding out such information about the Hydra head and Link Tech president Brad Oliver Billings. Or as he oftened nicknamed himself "BOB" for short. She was unsure if she should trust him yet, but time would only tell. One thing was for sure she didn't trust anyone that hid behind money, and thats why she had refused up until this point to work with business leaders or lobbyists. But he was the perfect tool, the perfect puppet for her to use if need be,

"Oh warden, I don't mean to rush but could we start the tour. I've some business to attend to back home and it seems urgent." Madame Rose flashed a face of concern and worry, as she gently clenched her arms together, This allowed her loosly fitted shirt to reveal more than it normally did. She caught his gaze dip to her chest, and his grin and eyes sparkle as an effect.

"Well certainly Miss Rose! Right this way!" He lead her down a corridor past the secruity check where they had met earlier. They walked down hallway after hallway she searched the small window panned doors for potential recruits. She spyed something suscious on the warden's neck above his shirt collar.

"Warden I never knew you to be the tatooin' type!" She motioned to the back of her neck to show him where she meant.

"O...oh yeah well Miss guess you've lost your edge, I've had that old thing for years Shannen."

She stopped in the middle of the hallway, the warden had kept on walking. The guards that were accompanying them stopped with her. "For all the years I served this prison, patrolled her day after day, you never once called me by my first name. The warden turned slowly to face her, he had begun to utter some rebuttal but it was too late. She landed an upper cut right on his jaw. Then a quick head lock that brought him to the ground. A sudden kick to the groin and knee to the face. The "warden"'s image began to fade as a reptilian prisoner in an orange suit's form gave way/ "This is a joke! Are you serious!!!" She grabbed the knocked out lizard man by the collar and stormed up to the warden's office. She had the whole layout of this prison mapped out in her mind. Every trun, every camera, every single detail...down to the cracks in the walkway outside. "WARDEN!!!!" She threw the door open, and screamed, the lizard flemisly laid in her hand as she gripped him by the torso and launched him at the warden's desk. "What the hell is going on here! I thought you invited me here for a visit, but it seems one of your prisoners somehow hacked the system, found someway to 1. regain his powers 2. contact me and 3. have all your guards he was you!"

She huffed and blew the hair out of her aggravated face. And then she noticed BOB was in the room. She quietly moved herself from the doorway and toward a sit next to BOB. She sat down and sank into the sit as she awaited her punishment for causing such a scene. The lizard prisoner laid inches in front of the warden's desk, before the warden motioned to a few of the guards to take him away.

The recent Past

11 Hours Ago

The Present

Alezra knew the guards would be there soon to put an end to her outburst. She wasn't going to let that stop her though as she continued to strangle the life from the inmate. She could feel the body giving out from the chains wrapped around hera throat. If the inmate died or not was of little conciquence, her goal in the long run was to see this world reduced to dust live or die the inmate was living on borrowed time. Soon enough guards were coming down the hall soon she could prepare to break free. The first of the guard's was far from the regular officer right off the back. He had armor black and silver in color well polished and well armed she gathered. The suit of armor stepped in front of her it's shadow covering the two prisoners.

"Whoa now hun let her go or else I might have to ruin that pretty face of yours." Az pulled harder her yellow eyes narowing in disgust at the idea of mercy. Another inmate attacked him attempting to pummel him with a trashcan. The man in the suit easily avoided the attack and unleashed a few bolts of energy that knocked the woman into a wall unconcious from stun rounds. 'pathetic, are guns all these people know' Az commented in her head. The armored guard was good but she despised ranged weapons her species loathed such dull devices it spoiled the plesure of war. Returning his attention to the two women he again spoke "No let her go sweet cheeks. I won't be so polite if I have to ask again...you understand me darlin?" He was the perfect asset to her plan, being agreeable however had no part in her scheme.

"Darlin, sweet cheeks, hun, whaat am I your child?" Her bluish black hair went back to its original state, the tails that defined her race writhed in eritation. The cuffs on her hands injected her blood with various drugs and antibodies preventing any major power usage. Changing her skin tone and masking her head tails with hair was all she could really do. Now was a good time though it seemed to use that slight ability to help display her defiance and tell that she wasn't one of them. "How dare you tell me know like some pittiful child that's no way to treat a lady especially when you put on the act of a knight in shining armor." Alezra lifted the chains allowing the woman to breath, or to be more precise gasp for air. When the word lady parted her lips though she stomped on the woman's head blood splashed onto the floor as her nose broke. Not bothering to look her captors in the eye Alezra grabbed the inmate by the hair resting her bloody head on the seats conected to the cafeteria table. The crimson woman raised her foot and was about to curb stomp her victim when the armored one had enough. A red flash of light filled her eyes before she dropped to the ground. She didn't hear what the man said but she would'nt be surprised if it was some other flirtatious line.

The alien awoke in her prison cell, it was located in Cell Block X it was where alot of the unwanted of the unwanted got to hang out. The mentaly insane people who made almost no sence, the mute people who comited mass murder and devoured the hearts of their victims, and of course scientists who had genetically altered their DNA so they could have an extra eye and four arms. Alezra didn't know for sure about the last bit, seemed like something one of the smart yet some how stupid humans would do though. Her cuffs were switched to the ones in the cell. They were magnatised on one end allowing her to move her hands freely but still be chained. Whenever someone entered the shackles pulled the chains to the closest edge of the wall pinning the prisoner to the wall. The rim to the cealing and floor was lit up the device released the apropriate chemical waves to replicate the hand cuffs. It was easy to say Alezra was impressed by the design if nothing else.

"Hey nut job if you'r cuting your tatoos with the chains again or whatever the f-ck you do could you please stop for a minute." The attendant who took care of her for the past two weeks made the remark as she prepared to enter the room. Alezra couldn't he;p but laugh "oh please we both know that as soon as that door opens I'm officially glued to the wall." Sure enough the chains tightend as nurse  Ana Belentov enetered. She was attractive, for a human. Her skin was pale and hair brown with deep red highlights. The nurse's eyes were her best feature though as well rounded as her body was her eyes had a saphire color that was hard to not look into. It was a bit dificult to notice but under the nurse garb was gothic atire, atleast that was what Alezra believed it was called she had studied as much of Earth and it's people as possible but she was far from an expert. The young adult placed the food down and looked at the inmate in curiosity. "Why do you do it? I dont like walking all the way down to freak show ally just to give you this garbage."

Az waited a few seconds before she bothered to reply. "Because by being in here so much i've learned how the cell works." The hardware that kept powers in check functioned on a time shift divided by hours of eight. Aproximantly from fifty nine minutes and fifty four seconds into the sevth hour the security net stoped. A six second window where powers were still active, at least that was the case in her cell. It was only discovered because Az had spent an entire day in her cell do to hostile behavior. She did it particularly so she could spend an entire day trying to use her abilities it was only do to her zen like patience that day that she was able to stay focused so long. Now was the exact time to exploit the brief window of oppurtunity. Alezra phased through the chain and shape shifted to look identical to Ana. Dropping to the floor and meeting the woman face to face, Ana stared in bewilderment.

"The brief moment allows time basicly to change into one person and that's all. I then am stuck in this body up untill the next opening. You my dear Ana are the lucky contestant." The disguised inmate smiled sadisticly as she grabbed the petite woman by the shirt caller. In a quick succession of moves Alezra shattered the wrist and ankles of the nurse. With the shattered bones it was easy to jam the nurse into the shackles that confined Az earlier. With the woman now chained up Alezra swapped their cloths. Ana had a choker in her pocket Azrael went and put it on allowing her to cover the collar that helped asure the powers were sustained. The Vault was insanely cautious in making sure nothing went wrong. That was all about to come undone now though sence the chains nolonger bound the murderer. Alezra grabbed Ana by the base of her skull and twisted snapping her neck.

Dressed as a nurse lookking like the species she despised Alezra made her way down the hall. She played the part as she asked one of the guards where the armored individual was. Soon she would be near the guard that shot her. She would pretend to be smooth talked, act like she was enteresested in every thing about him. As the mind games were played enebitably she would get him to take her to the control room above her cell block. After that it would be time to do what she came to earth for, extermination.    

Mike had assisted the guards in herding the prisoners back to their cells and was walking to the Warden's office when he noticed a rather attractive nurse drop a book from a stack she was carrying. Mike hurried to snatch the book from the ground and return it to the shapely woman. Excuse me ma'am! You dropped this! The armored warriors foot steps echoed throughout the empty hallway. The woman turned and smiled when she saw the large, armored figure approaching her. Most people get nervous when they see a tank sprinting towards them but not her... there was something... different... about her. 

Three days ago, Planet Salaheria

It took a while to navigate the halls Untill now Alezra had little understanding as to how the building was laid out. evventuly however she found the Warden's office wich put her in direct link with the armored individual she sought after. A smile found it's way to her face, a ,ixture of acting entrigued and general success. Playing her part she 'acidendtly dropped a book'.  She hated the idea of it, did earthlings really do such clumsy things from seeing people they liked? She had seen it first hand but even then it seemed odd. The large suit of hardware however bought it and picked up the book for her. She brushed a crimson lock of dyed hair from her face and smiled. "Thank you" she blushed, as well as fought the urge to gag at the thought of blushing. "Im trying to find the control center."

The man removed his helmet and smiled as he offered his assistance. She thanked him and played the part of the whole new employee concept. She couldn't beleave the man bought it. Ana had worked here atleast two weeks likely more, then the man asked her name. She might of chocked him with her head tails if she could have, the name was on her chest a name tag right in plain sight of where alot of men tended to look anyway. "Im Ana, Ana Belentov" she faked smiled as they made introductions. Mike made his introduction and offered his hand, for a second she was confused then she realised it was a handshake and complied. "Nice to meet you Mike." That was a blatant lie. She would of found it more nice if he had given her a knife the custom sign of respect on her home worlld. No instead humans shook hands a good old howdy do by doing a gesture that couldn't possibly mean anything unless you had enough strength to shatter bone or rip ones arm off.

Mike then asked why she wanted to go to the control room, as if he cared she thought it was all a game of getting her number that was the whole point in chosing him. "I just want to get a look at the equipment in there. Computers entrest me among other things." The answer came with a glance at the metalic suit. Khorn would bleed if he was close enough to feel her hate. Like she really had any care for humans technology. The cellphone was a wonder to them and practiclly as exciting as the wheel to her race. Rounding the corner they entered a room filled with computers. A low hum emitted from the machines, there was a few of these rooms in the building, the Vault technicians were not foolish enough to build a single circuit. Thankfully this was the only one she needed to visit to liberate herself. The others were erelevant really she didn't need a prison riot for her escape just her own talents. As mike anounced their arival Alezra saw her favorite toy, one of the technicians had brought it up to admire. She smiled with no act behind it "thank you" she remarked as she kissed the iron warriors cheek. As her lips touched his skin her hands folded around the silver and black cylindar on the desk.

The handle twirled between her fingers skillfuly as she looked at the man. The crimson blade snapped into focus in the constant play swords energy generating a secondary hum in the room as she savored her reunion with the plasmas katara. Then with a sharp crack the blade penetrated a near by computer. Sparks erupted from the device she had gained her freedom. Ana's eyes lost their saphire color switching to a blazing yellow. The woman's hair unraveled into head tails, the black tatoos that covered Alezra's body came into focus. Then lastly she ditched the peachy skin tone of the race she despised and switching it to her crimson tone. A twirl of her blade and the white garb of the nurse fell to the ground, telekenis crushed the metal callar in unison with the blade. She was back to the minimal clothing, the Bloodhusk clan preffered to show off their tatoos and well toned bodies they kept in check all their lives. Feeling the best she had in the past two weeks she looked to Mike "I do mean it, thanks for taking me here."    

London-Six Months Ago

Mike was a bit surprised to see that the nurse was in fact the woman from the fight a few hours earlier. She stood before him, a crimson energy blade held off handedly, ready to deliver an upward slash at a moments notice. Mike kept his helmet held under a wrist  and smirked at the crimson beauty. 

"Well, well well aren't you the sneaky one Azrael." Alezra grinned savoring her acomplishment. "Why does it seem like every time I meet a nice girl she either tries to kill me or is just plain nuts." The remark that was said but not exactly directed at anyone in particular made Az luagh. From there Mike placed his helm on a table in the center of the room, the walls being covered in the various electronics. A set of buttons were being pressed on his guantlet, not being in a rush the inmate let him do his thing. The armor folded up until no more then a bag that could be carried around. Mike was left in earth clothes. Two blades a century or two past being remarkably beyond out dated. "Lets do this your way hun" the man grinned as he withdrew one of the blades. "Ready when you are" the man concluded.

The crude anchient weapons was amusing but the thought of Mike standing his ground with them was hilarious. She allowed herself a laugh before going back to business. "For starters what do you mean nice? It was an act dim wit, unless murder to meet you and strangling inmates to hear from you is considered nice. Which is hardly the case im sure considering I would rather watch this world burn. I supose a proper introduction can be given before your life comes to an end. Names Alezra Bloodhusk and while you may be the best at what you do on this world I'm not from it." Alezra twirled the blade in the air playfully.

With a motion of her finger Az slammed the door shut to avoid allowing the scientists and technicians to escape. With a secondary motion of her free hand she flung the others back. Telekenisis forced them aside with bone shattering force, The few people in the room unarmed were thrown into other electronics. Machines broke and computers sparked as the bodies made the devices buckle inwards. Alezra didn't bother to show mercy or finess humans were week, expendable why waste time on them genocide could not afford playfull antics. She enjoyed watching them collapse and scream before death but they weren't worth much from what she had seen.

The blade hummed with life as the warrior leapt into the air ant twirled preparing a downward slash that had cleaved many people in two before. As she landed she would grab the bottom part of the handle and snap the weapon into two parts. The second section would extend the secondary blade. As the first blade likely missed, that was assuming Mike had enough skills to atleast block it. The other blade would be thrusted forward hopefully impaling the man.

Mike stood listen to the former inmate talking and mentally planned out how he would respond to however she might choose to attack him.  
 
"For starters what do you mean nice? It was an act dim wit, unless murder to meet you and strangling inmates to hear from you is considered nice. Which is hardly the case im sure considering I would rather watch this world burn. I supose a proper introduction can be given before your life comes to an end. Names Alezra Bloodhusk and while you may be the best at what you do on this world I'm not from it." 
 
Maybe I knew it was you all along... You don't think the suits got biometric scanners? Maybe I wanted to fight you? Mike watched the crimson beauty twirl the energy blade in her hand as he spoke.  
 
When she used Telekinesis to incapacitate the remaining guards and scientists in the control room Mike didn't flinch. He kept his eyes on her and when she finally stopped talking "women..." Mike thought to himself, Suddenly she leaped into the air and attempted to bring the crimson blade down upon him Mike dropped to a knee and blocked the weapon, when she brought out another one Mike pulled his other Katana and blocked it.  
 
This is gonna be fun... Mike smirked at his opponent How about we make a little wager?  
 
Then brought his booted foot up and sent a kick towards her stomach to knock her back. 

The Vault, Nevada

If nothing else Mike was wise in what to take notice of and what not to. THe bodies being flung into the nearest wall with bone shattering force didn't bother him. Perhaps he was simply cold blooded or maybe he was just that well trained either way it was a welcome sight. So far all the humans she had encountered were distraught by such violence. She had reached the conclusion this species was week but maybe there was hope still. Hope for a decent kill mind you not an actual life form. Alexra wasn't going to change her ultimant goal anytime soon.

Alezra's first blade came down in a crimson arc but was halted by an upward block. The energy blade sparking as it touched the arcaic weapon of the primitive species. To Azra's aproval the second attack was also blocked the broad side of the metalic weapon haulting Alezra's attack. The kick that Mike had following the deffensive move was seen before delivery but the inmate chose to take the hit anyway. The kick was strong but not overwelmingly so, It was the light weight nature of her species that really made the attack look harder then it was. The alien was hurled backwards a few feet from the empact. At the same time as the kick hit the warior made a proposal.

Before coliding with the machines the xenos vanished in a puff of crimson. A bloody mist hanging in the air instead of the thin killer. "I won't stop you from placing a bid on your life." Az remarked with confidance and amusment as she complied with the man's wish. Her voice was ghostly seeming to come from sevral places at once, which in truth it did as she was in sevral parts. Alezra reapeared hoping to find herself at the back of her adversary. One blade was aimed for the throat the other the mid section. The dual slash was to be followed with a single kick. Her foot didn't need to hit solid matter she just wanted it close enough for Mike to be struck by the telekenetic shockwave. She had backed it with enough force to likely punch a hole through the concrete wall before her.

Mike watched the alien fly through the air after taking the hit then suddenly vanish into a cloud of blood red mist.  
 
No way your that easy... to defeat... Mike chuckled. I was expecting more of a fight from a someone bent on the destruction of the human race.  
 
Suddenly the woman began to speak, as if she was everywhere at once, yet nowhere at the same time. Mike lowered his blades, still holding them in a defensive stance as he scan the room for his foe.  
 
I thought we were gonna fight, not play hide and seek... Word of warning... I was my 6th grade Hide and Seek champion... Mike had fought teleporters and cloakers before, they'd never bothered him before, but this girl was different. She was dangerous and she knew it.  
 
Come out, Come out where ever you are...  
 
Suddenly Mike felt like he was being watched from behind and dove forward just as the crimson xeno activated her energy blades. He received a small wound on his lower back but nothing debilitating. He'd heal and be good as new in a few seconds.  
 
Well, Well, Well... Clever Girl... Mike clapped a few times, his katana still held in his hands. You never said we could teleport... In that case... Mike vanished from where he stood a moment before and after a few seconds reappeared in the air, a slice from one katana aimed at her neck while the other was held ready to block. 
  
This gonna be fun! 

Her blades dug into the back of her pray, the smell of burned flesh filling the room. Mike didn't seemed to be all that phased by the wound however. Either he had a healing factor or was just naturally good at taking a cut. Either way Alezra was impressed it was rare she fought someone who could actully take a hit aside from her own world. At the subconcious of the crimson warior there might have actually been a shred of respect building for the man. She would never let such a thing show however. Geting up from his dive roll to avoid the attack Mike turned and took an offensive. Teleporting above her his blade caming down in an angle aiming for her throat as his other blade came up in a defensive gesture. Alezra's left blade came across her chest aiming the blade downwards as she haulted the attacking blade. Her right blade came up aiming to go around the block and cleaving through Mike's skull. The guard managed to readjust and hault her blade in turn.

Locked in a type of dual T formation, she finally had a more clear look into the eyes of her captor. Or atleast she considered him one of her captors sence he was here. Useing her telekinesis she pushed away from him more as a way to get in a fighting position then attack. The computer room was caustrophobic and tight it limited their movment and also keapt the situation of the prison confined. If she was going to get free or more importantly butcher these foolish humans she would need a bit more of an agressive touch and diversion. Mind made up Alezra made her next move snapping her two blades into a single staff and pointing her free hand to the wall behind her. A flurry of telekenetic energy striking the wall and forcing it apart in a shower of metal. Back fliping out the opening Az landed in the room she had been in minutes before. The nurse dressed in the ripped up clothes of Azrael hung lifeless by the chains. Her neck was twisted at an odd angle looking like it was detatched dull crystalin eyes staring at Alezra. The inmate twirled her blade playfully as the guard leapt down into the room and as he did Az kicked the door open and entered the hall smiling playfully with cat like nature as she lead the man into the hallway.

Alezra hurled the staff at mike having it split apart before reaching him, she hoped the spliting manuever would make it harder to block and lead Mike to being skewered by one of the blades. The ranged attack was more though to allow Alezra a chance to boost the odds in her favour. When she stabbed the consol earlier the network grid for blocks U through Z were shot. Taking this in consideration Azrael did her best to grab every door she could think of in her walk to the office or seen. With a thought she pulled viciously on the doors aiming to rip the doors from their hinges. The sharp sound of shattered concrete and twisting metal was heard throughout the hollow coridor followed by a deafening cheer. A flood of inmates was about to fill att least a couple halls as they fought for their liberation. Mike was standing in the middle of one of said halls. Alezra caught her blades and waited for the right time to strike or block. "You know Mike you never said what that wager was" the crimson skined killer remarked.

Curtis turned slightly towards Jacobs words, he ignored them and Jacob asked again. Curtis smashed his club against the cage " Yes dammit, now be quiet. I'm not supposed to talk to you....anymore, albeit you being the only entertaining thing in this god forsaken job." Jacob smiled an spoke through his facemask " Come on Curt, I've been in this f#cking cage for six months. I'm bored out of my mind, lets play a game." Curtis turned around a confused look on his face "A game?" Jacob nodded his head frantically as if a little boy allowed to play outside "A word game, alright. Here we go, you take the first letter of each of the following words I say. Then when I'm done with each set you make a word out of them, you understand." Curtis pulled up a chair and set down his guns and club, the club leaned against the cage door. Jacob smiled wide through the mask, thanking whatever god there was that Curtis couldn't see him smiling. 
 
"Alright here we go. Honor, All, In, League." Curtis nodded his head mumbling "H.A.I.L....." Jacob continued "Honoring, Your, Devotion, Righteousness, Admiration."  Curtis following along with him mumbled "H.Y.D.R.A....HAIL HYDRA!!!" he screamed it in glee but his child like expression faded quickly as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. His voice turning almost robotic he stood up an raised his hand to his head, saluting Jacob. Jacob smiled saying outloud "Thank you Bobby Boy, Alright Curtis..." Curtis said loudly "I serve all loyal to HYDRA! What do you wish of me!!!" Jacob shook his head as Curtis voice echoed through his tiny cell. " Go over to the window over on the wall, press these keys. Five, Six, Nine, and then Eight they will return my belongings. Once you do that release my shackles." Curtis like a good little drone did as he was told. As he was watching his plan work out flawlessly he couldn't help but think on what Bob had told him many years ago. "The only thing from LEADER before me, that was remotely helpful. Is in the late 70s throughout Germany he sent a subliminal message throughout the airwaves, primarily in kids shows. Making any man or woman in their late 30s or early 40s when made to say HAIL HYDRA would turn into mindless drones for our cause. Its so idiotic it works, try it out whenever your in a jam." Bob and Jacob had known each other since the boy was very young, but only recently since Bobs becoming the LEADER become friends. Jacobs army within the Longinus would help Bob, as Bob would help Jacob if he needed it. Jacob smiled as Curtis came back to the cell and releasing him. 
 
Jacob rubbed his wrists and then looked to Curtis who asked "What next Sir?!" Jacob groaning at the shouting slipped on his jacket and then his gloves. Walking over to Curtis he put his hands on his cheeks "Boy you have been most helpful these six months, kept me from going nutters. One more thing I need of you." In a instant and swift motion Jacob snapped Curtis neck like a twig, his body fell forward into Jacobs arms. Jacob had no abilities because of the dampener, and he was weak. He fed on Curtis devouring his entire body in mere minutes, cracking his neck after swallowing the last chunks of meat. His eyes filled with red, the feeding had boasted his power returning him to almost full strength. He still was without powers, but he still had his natural gifts and abilities. His sickly look soon faded as the blood an meat filled his body, returning him to his previous look before capture. Walking to the end of the hall he was met with a guards back, the man had his back to him so he had a little fun. Doing his best Curtis impersonation he asked "Wheres this cells power center, more to the point where can I turn off this bloody power dampener?"  The guard chuckled "Curt? Why the hell would you need to know that?" he turned around only to have his body slammed into the bars. "Open the door...and then tell me. You give me a quick answer and your death will be swift, and maybe not end in your body becoming one with mine." The guard shook as he unlocked the door, the bars slid open and he stood still in Jacobs grasp "Its down the hall, you were the only inmate in this entire block. We needed quick access to the power cell, to increase it if you became too irritable so that you would become weaker and easier to manipulated. Well thats what the higher ups told me." Jacob pulled the guard in close "Down the hall? Thank you, now wheres the nearest exit? How can I get to the open night sky." The guard hesitated before he spoke, but he did in the end "Like I said this is the only block catered to you, simply go out the door, the rest of the Vault is mere steps away out the door."  
 
Jacob was astonished that Little Boy had so low of respect for him, he never thought that Jacob would ever escape. This was his mistake "I could simply walk next door? Dear god you buffoons didn't think this one through." Suddenly noise filled the air as speakers blared as loud as banshees, they screamed that there had been a breakout. That prisoners were escaping, and powers were being returned to certain blocks. Jacob smiled wide as he looked to the petty guard, dragging him down the hall and to the power dampener. It was behind a gate, Jacob lifted the guard an tossed him into the fence. It was electrified an he burnt to a crisp, overloading the fence Jacob simply walked up to the machine "Idiots, the whole damn lot. Idiots." Snapping his fingers the glove igniting the air around the machine and it exploded in a small explosion, he could feel his powers returning to him. He left the hall and went to the door to outside, pushing through it he breathed in the night air a smile came to his face as he saw random guards running around. Some were going to certain blocks of the Vault others soon saw him, Jacobs eyes glowed in the night air they all saw this and new immediately he was not one of them. Jacob stood motionless a smile upon his face, as the guards ran towards him they all were each one by one lifted into the air. Screams filled the night sky, Isabella shimmered next to him an held his hand in hers. His clan was arriving and after the long trek to the Vault needed to be fill their gullets, some of them were like him as he turned them. Those ate everything rather than simply drinking blood, he smiled as they all fed an then knelt before him. Isabella bowed falling to one knee and asking "Now what my lord, should we leave?" Jacob shook his head an answered "We wait my sweet, we wait for the calvary to arrive for these damn buffoons. And in the chaos that will follow we find our Little Boy, and gut him. He has had six long months to sit an relax, tonight he will see my full wrath. He embarrassed me, he will pay for that." 

Mike watched the Xeno blast a hole in the wall and back flip through, He walked over and dove down into a cell where the woman he thought he had seen earlier was chained to the wall, her head hung at a grotesque angle and her eyes were wide with shock.  
 
Hope you went quick... Mike reached over and closed her eyes then turned and left the cell, His foe had let several inmates out of their cells as distractions, probably while she made a break for the surface.  
 
Ok Boys and Girls... Get back in your cells and we won't have to do this the hard way...  
 
One of the inmates took a step forward "Maybe we want to do it the hard way Mothaf--" a loud bang echoed throughout the cell block and the man's eyes widened before he fell to the floor, lifeless. A small hole was in the center of his forehead and blood trickled out onto the floor. Two more let out a yell and rushed him in a blind rage. Mike quickly holstered his pistol and let them come. The first reached and threw a punch, Mike severed his arm at the wrist then leaped into the air, landing a kick on the side of his face which sent him over the railing to the floor 4 stories down. The second man continued towards him and Mike side stepped at the last possible second and with one swift motion of his left arm the man fell to the floor, his head rolled a few feet away, his eyes had a permanent look of bewilderment on them as to what had just happened.  
 
Now where is she... Mike asked an inmate who had chosen to remain in his cell. 
 
"Sh.. Sh.. She went that way" The man gestured down the catwalk.  
 
Ah! There she is... Mike then looked back to the man and leaned closer to him BOO! And the prisoner fainted. Mike chuckled as he approached Azrael, the two exchanged a series of blows, neither making contact then stood facing each other for a moment.  
 
"You know Mike you never said what that wager was" Remarked the crimson beauty 
 
I completely forgot with the riot and the swordplay and all... Mike smirked then teleported behind her and whispered into her ear so the Vaults Microphones wouldn't pick up what he was saying. I win you let me take you on a date, You win.... I'll think of something Mike chuckled and then teleported back to where he'd been standing a second earlier before the Alien warrior could react.  
 
So is it a deal sweetheart? Of course Mike was BSing, He was trying to make her loose her concentration, He was trying to get inside her head. A friend of his had once remarked that he was the ultimate weapon of psychological warfare, when Mike was fighting he tended to piss off his foe to the extent they'd screw up, Usually paying for it with their lives...  
 
Mike stood waiting, His Katana were held by his sides, ready to bring up defensively at a moments notice. 

The two blades thrown at Mike missed sinking into two of the people who rushed him. From there the blades came to her hand and she simply observed the quarrel. The guards gun went off the loud snap from balistic weapons echoing through the hallways. The prisoner dropping to the ground a small pool of blood pooling onto the floor. In pursuing her Mike severed the head of one inmate the body and its detatched dome falling over the ledge. The moment was enough to get her close enough to the mess hall to move to if there was a need for more space. The gerneys from the various floors of cells helped give more room but none the same as the open caffeteria. As she stood on the platform the guard finally caught up. Az was glad to see one of the guards was atleast willing to do what it took to maintain a concept of order. So many of the people she had seen up untill now were stupid, reckless, psychotic, or so focused on peacefull nonsence they failed to deliver anything with results.

A series of blocks and counters followed as Mike deffended himself flawlessly. His skills were admirable that much could be said. Alezra was still confidant in her self without a hint of unease but still she was empressed. teleporting behind her Mike spoke in her ear. Their blades entertwined she had little options other then to listen. There were some tactics of course but why bother when the man was clearly aiming for simple mind games. The murderous guard responding to her remark in a way to insight anger. The xeno scoffed did he really think some ego boosting banter would weaken her resolve? It was psychlogical warfare that had an effect on people. See family die, a child burn, or a woman ravaged and bloody hanging on a wall. These were the things that made combat a nightmare. These were the things Khorne and the Bloodhusk clan taught her to love. No heart, no affection, no weakness, no mercy and completly forget how to relent. As if asking her out would rattle her.

Mike now stood before her at the ready at any moment. The inmate grinned ferraly her words like knives. "You never became slugish from the gashes in your back, and later there wasn't so much as a burn to be seen. So obviously you can heal. So instead of you seting both deals allow me to make my own. If you by some miracle win you can have a night. When I win however sence I'll likely run into you again dispite killing you you'r going to give me your armor for some upgrades." Alezra that said had enough with the games and wanted only violence.With acrobatic percission Az leapt in a back flip off the gerney. As she dropped to the platform below she unleashed a shockwave of telekenetic energy. Enough force was behind it to make the platform she had been on explode in a shower of metal parts. Landing on her feet she lashed out at the gew inmates around her cutting them to shreds before making her move on mike. Kicking off the walkway stained in blood from the fresh corpses she lunged towards Mike blades out to kill. The goal was for the telekenetic attack to disorient long enough for Mike's defences to be down so her energy blades could cleave a limb or two.

Alezra moved towards her prey both dangling in the air above the malestrom. Below them dozens of people fought over containment or freedom. The guards were doing everything they could to sustain the rioting but even in a high tech prison inmates rioting was a bad sign. The prison was designed to keep meta human criminals in once they had no restraints on power it was imposible to get a hold of the matter. Most these inmates required squads of officers or a hero with nothing but riot gear order was imposible. Chaos spreaded like a plague, pandamonium spreading like a tidal wave. Alezra loved it, this was what she fought to create. Soon things would be out of hand for the officers, at the moment however she had more pressing matters.

Mikepool as expected was no slouch in combat. He faked a dodge to the left her blades cuting through air. At the final moment the guard fell backwards instead making her attacks completly useless. In response she saw his leg begin to come up for a kick. She turned into mist a moment later and she would of taken a harsh blow. The crimson mist moved like a wisper as it manuvered behind her prey. In the briefest of moments Az reshaped herself and drove her blades forward. Hopefully there had been enough time to take the opening and score a direct hit to Mike's back. Each time an attack missed or was blocked a brief window of time to counter was made. Alezra taught herself years ago to sieze those moments.

Hit or miss she would release another burst of telekenetic energy. This time in a sphere pattern. There was enough pressure behind it to make debree get stuck into the concrete walls and demolish the bronze and iron doors of the cells. If the attack hit it was almost a garantee that bones would shatter.

Mike watched as the alien became little more than a cloud of red mist and chuckled as he stood and prepared to engage her.  
 
... And on the day I left my dust buster at home as he scanned his surroundings, on a hunch that the xeno was far to proud to flee from a decent fight.  
 
C'mon Azrael baby... where are you... Suddenly Mike felt a presence behind him and he pivoted to attack his foe. That action saved him from serious injury but one of the blades went through his side, grazing him and cutting a rip in two, Mike activated his teleported and reappeared a few yards behind his foe. Acting as if he was seriously injured while the would healed.  
 
Clever girl... That was a good hit... As Mike ran the senarios as to what she would do next in his mind, if she charged him he bring his leg out in a sweeo=ping motion and trip her, then bring his Katana down on where he guessed her spine would be. If she lunged he bring one blade up to run her through and the other would be kept defensively. If she went all misty again... he'd have to get creative... around them the inmates continued to riot and the guards tried their best to contain them but were obviously doing poorly.

Her blade sunk into the back of Mike, not fatal by any means but deep and painful none the less. If it was anyone without a healing factor it would of been a near game winner. Mike could heal however and so his act of being cripled didn;t get her. He couldn't posibly be done yet. Droping to the ground softly as if no more then air Alezra prepared her next move. Cellmates were fighting at the doors to get free and runing clear from the falling debree. The mix of nobody around and the open floor seemed almost out of place. A wicked smile on her face Az raised her hands.

Debree rose from the ground as telekenisis pulled them from their resting place. Cobblestone and granite that had been shattered was plentiful in the hailstorm the possesd was starting to gather. Sevral of the bars that made up the cells were also picked up to add to the mix. With the force behind them they would practically be spears. From the corner of her eye Az even saw the severed head of the inmate Mike had killed rise up with the rest of the rubble. Then with the slightest motion she sent the arsenal flying towards the wounded guard. As the debree was thrown the prisoner reduced herself to her mist like state.

Reforming above her opponent she hoped to successfully get the drop on him. Her right blade an arc aimed for the head right between the eyes. The secondary blade came down from behind aimed to deliver a blow into the seventh vertebrae of the spine. These two attacks added with the spray of debree that could easily lance through flesh and bone she figured she would come closer to ending this. Mike was good but avoiding the treo of attacks was increasingly difficult by her estimant his best luck was in trying to score a hit along with Az swaping a blow for a blow.

Mike watched from his crouched position as the debris in the surrounding area lifted off the ground and began to circle him with increased momentum.  
 
Well what other tricks do you have in store for me I wonder... He mused aloud 
 
Mike looked up to where Azrael had been standing only moments before, now only a menacing red mist hung in the air.  
 
Damn... Mike scanned the area within the vortex, occasionally dodging bits of debris and recieving superficial injuries from razor sharp pieces of metal caught up in the cyclone. 
 
Mike suddenly fell to his back and raised his swords to block Azrael's attacks, as a stream of debris flew over where he'd been standing moments earlier. Then came Azrael, coming down towards him attempting to end him with a series of slashes and jabs with her twin sabers. Mike managed to block the lethal strikes but recieved several cuts on his legs and arms. During the melee Azrael had left herself exposed on one side and Mike had sent a few quick blows towards the unprotected area hoping to repay her for the injuries she had inflicted on him.
 
Almost got me that time sweetie... smiling at her from his vulnerable position beneath her. You know if you wanted to be on top all you had to do was ask. Giving her a wink, still attempting to get inside the alien woman's head.  
 

Alezra's attacks were successful not as much as she would of liked but there was atleast fresh wounds to her opponent. Wounds slowed an opponent down and in the tide of war slowing down was fatal. A few times Mike was able to get a hit in nothing deep just minor scrapes and bruises. The rioting was starting to spread into other rooms not to many were free yet from what she saw but that didn't change the fact that everything the guards in this place worked towards was starting to colapse. In her next act she would try to heighten the growing problem with more prisoners. Their lives didn't matter they were but pawns. Tools to send into the fight to distract others or decrease opposing numbers.

A flurry of attacks followed a right handed upercut came up to strike her in the jaw. In a slight motion she cut off the blade blocking the attack. His left came down in responce aimed to strike her throat. A quick notion to block that and they were again in arm lock before another attack happend. Fliping her right blade so it almost rested on her forarm she blocked another downward slash. Useing the block to his advantage the guard leapt and spun aiming to deliver both blades through the mid section of the inmate. She saw a few ways to block but decided to let the blow hit. One of the best factors of the Teres Morbith being a good scare tactic when wounded. The blades punctured skin muscle and even bone erupting out of her side and releasing a pool of a deep crimson almost black blood. She smiled through bloody teeth at her opponent as she pushed aside the pain and switched it out for pleasure. She disipated and reapeared a few feet away "Don't you get it. Im by nature your greater should just give up make it easy on yourself." The wounds were gone her body once again clean and back to its traditional red on black.

Alezra delivered an impact push to the air her hands giving way to a strong telekenetic attack. If she was fortunant enough to hit Mike he would likely be punched through the wall and into the caffeteria. One way or the other though the wall would collapse. The room would give her a better arsenal from tables to doors to nothing more then trays. On top of that it put other cells in reach she soon could release more inmates furthering to cause mayhem in the prison.