[ Action, good. Her brain shuts off into a familiar act-react sequence, like chemical reactions chaining off each other. She ducks to the side, has three bullets into the second target, and confirms its death before she begins to process what she just saw.
She stays silent, mulling it over, as she efficiently clicks through a reload.
This is easily the weirdest thing she's seen since coming here. Not the sort of ability that can be explained by mutation. Finally she says, ] A little flashy.
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She stays silent, mulling it over, as she efficiently clicks through a reload.
This is easily the weirdest thing she's seen since coming here. Not the sort of ability that can be explained by mutation. Finally she says, ] A little flashy.