They had her cornered, and she could see no real expression on their faces, nothing that showed glee at her obvious demise or anything that could be expressed as feeling. She sighed, her leg still bleeding, the blood still pouring out from the shot in the shoulder. But they had her now, and that meant there was really only one thing to do.

Divide and conquer.

And she was out, guns blazing, moving twice as fast as when she'd been blazing guns in the corridor. The shots went off from her opponent and they hit her, but that was ok. She had just enough time for this.

The grenade left her hand as it flew up in the air, and she has one last chance to give a final gesture. She gave them the finger as the grenade began its descent, and fell on her knees, eyes to the sky, smiling.

See ya in Asgard, Ruff.

BOOM!