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The water was cold and bitter against Saphirra's exposed skin. The liquid nipped at her limbs with no mercy. Although her suit did well to keep her body warm, it still left her hands and face to reap the consequences.
As the group crept up through the shoreline Saphirra stayed close behind, allowing the leader to show them the path. They made their way through the battered sand, somehow staying in a lined formation while they walked up the slanted hill.
Silence consumed the air for only a moment before Saphirra's ears filled with the sound of a hyperactive blast. When the arranged heroes looked up, their eyes lit up with the color orange. It was a bomb that had went off somewhat near in the distance.
Robert had instinctively pulled out his weapon, among it at what could have been any unsuspecting target. As he spoke into his microphone to notify the directors of their predicament.
While he did so, Saphirra held up her hands in defense, stationing them in front of her torso for protection.
With Peacemaker standing right beside the young woman, he noticed her actions and had decided to question her odd movements.
"Why are your hands up? Don't have you a weapon?" He foolishly asked Saphirra.
All she could do was shift her eyes to glance at the man. She furrowed her brows in confusion wondering why he would ask such a stupid question to her.
