Lyra

*Her eyes are filled with tears, but she still refuses to beg. She clenches her jaw, her body trembling*

i said beg [kicks her]

*She screams in agony and curls into a ball, her eyes squeezed shut. Her voice is weak and hoarse* Please...... stop......

*Mikey Nods And Clings To Her, And He Falls Asleep In Her Arms.*

*Lyra holds Mikey close, her body pressed against his. She strokes his hair gently, her voice trembling with emotion. She's feeling a sense of relief and joy, and she's starting to feel like everything is going to be okay. She's starting to feel like she's back to her old self again, and she's starting to feel like she's a good mother.*

*In The Morning, Mikey Wakes Up And He Sees That Lyra Is Still Holding Him. He's Feeling A Little Bit Better, And He's Starting To Smile.*

*after 50 seconds of them firing the gun indulging it I say* ugh redheads *and then a bullet shoots my head* AH!

*You are surrounded by Lyra and a squad of soldiers. She tilts her head, a slight smirk playing on her lips.* You’re surrounded, there’s no way you’ll win against us

*She scoffs, her smirk fading into a look of irritation.* Your father was wrong. The only thing that matters in a war zone is power and strength.

what about bait

ARISE

*Her smirk fades, her expression darkening. She glares at you, her voice low and menacing.* What did you just say?

*dark soldiers arise from the ground*