The Bravos are united in imprisonment

The Bravos were in shambles. Liv was a mess of the woman she had been, her stoic demeanor shattered, at least for a time, by the incredible skills of Master Ironeye. Although her body had finally begun to recover, her mind was still reeling from the experience. Part of her was starting to try and latch on to her confidence once again, but that part was small, trapped in the back of her mind. She couldn't even begin to **** herself to sit up, still just laying on the ground panting.

Emmaline was still incapacitated and **** as well. The poison had run its course, but she was still exhausted from the physical strain she had undergone, and the magical shackles that bound her siphoned a small bit of her energy, making that recovery process take a bit longer. She could perhaps be woken by a loud noise, but she would still be tired upon her recovery.

Fuu's ordeal at the hands of the energy draining demons had put her in perhaps the worst state of the four. Her natural resilience meant that the lasting damage wouldn't be severe, but she was thoroughly drained from the experience. She would likely wake last, especially with the magical bindings absorbing part of the magic flowing through her, halting the supernatural regenerative magics that would have allowed her to recover much more quickly.

Robin was less put out than those three Bravos. There was some soreness from the men that had used her, but not nearly as much as Emmaline or Fuu would no doubt endure once they awoke. She would wake second, looking around her relatively small cell, and feeling the cold touch of the restraints on her arms.

The first to wake, of course, was Becky. While the knockout gas had had an unusually potent impact on her small frame, it had been the only thing she suffered from. She awoke, naked in a cell-- the rose extract she had traded her freedom for had been removed from her person.

As the hazy headache cleared form her mind, Becky quickly took in the bleak surroundings of her empty cell and started to glance around for something she could use. Becky was pretty skilled with a lockpick, and knew her way around some enchantments-- given enough time, she could find her way out of most prisons. Unfortunately for her, it was extremely unlikely that the Spymaster and his agents would give her much time at all.

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