Yeah, Fatima had never had a lot of experience with guns. But she knew enough to know that this guy was pretty awful. He had all the talent of one of the ten-year-old dhampirs playing Duck Hunt. Still, at least he wasn't training that gun on other people. He was trying to be constructive.

That earned him mad points.

Squeezing more blood out of the inside of her cheek, Fatima started to pick out other monsters in his range, halting them dead in their tracks. This was not the way she'd trained to use this Path, but hey, any port in a storm.

"That one, that one, then that one!" she instructed him, pointing to each one in turn.

The real nice part of it was not having to pretend it was something other than it was. The Masquerade was great. Back home. Here? Eh, not so much.