As the flag bearer of her group, Dacua was proud to be the first to rush forward into battle, their symbol of magnificent glory trailing along behind her in the form of a bloodstained cape as she ran forward, rifle raised. "WITH ME!" She motioned towards the nearest member of the Avengers as if...
Offering a glance across the carnage laid out in front of them Dacua felt a strange rush; a feeling similar to that of a druggie eying up their poison of choice. Fearlessly she stepped up, making her way up and jumping from their ship, falling through the air as the partially metaphorical fires...