She awoke once again, prone on the ground. This was starting to become a horrible habit. Could she not start a battle fully conscious for once? She had been lucky that she hadn't been blitzed by an opponent yet, left completely alone and vulnerable like that. Of course, this was set up at Darkchild's behest and she was sure that having one of his competitors taken out by a one-shot would be quite counter-productive to his amusement. Cass braced her hand on the ground, using it as leverage to stand up. Her eyes widened as she caught site of where she was. Darkchild had outdone himself this time. There was a fog hanging over everything, obscuring her vision. She used her enhanced senses to paint a picture in her head of what exactly it was that she was looking at, used her keen eyesight to focus through the haze that was trying to obscure her vision. Everything looked foreign, but familiar at the same time. It looked like so many scenes that she had seen in movies, like depictions that she had seen in religious texts. It looked eerily familiar to what was referred to as The Valley of Death...but that place was a myth, right? It wasn't real....it couldn't be. She should know better, though. She had seen things that were unbelievable in every sense of the word. She had done things that many hadn't imagined to be possible. The existence of this place...it shouldn't have fazed her.
Looking around, she couldn't help but appreciate Darkchild's very macabre sense of humor. Putting somebody who didn't know what she believed in and putting her in what was a place right out of the Bible...it was mind games at it's best whether he realized it or not. As she walked, she held her weapons close and at the ready. Her katana was still strapped to her back, her kukris at sheaths attached to her waist, ready to be slid out and used to slice and dice at any moment. She held her guns in her hands, her fingers held over the trigger guard, ready to fire at a moment's notice. She wasn't playing around this time, she meant serious business. She had been forced to fight against teammates. She had formed a bond during combat with Cly and then had been forced to fight him. She had no idea who else was involved in this tourney that Darkchild had set up; she had no idea who she was fighting next. It could be anybody, anybody at all and she would just have to prepare for that. She wasn't going to take the chance of close quarter combat from the very get go, that hadn't worked well for her earlier. No, she was going to shoot first and ask questions later.
The mist beaded in her hair as she walked along, her feet sinking a bit into the mud with every step. She took long strides, her short legs covering as much ground as she could with every step as she took in every detail that she could. She was in a valley. It was narrow, about thirty or so feet across with craggy rock walls on either side. They would limit motion and movement unless her opponent was able to go airborne, in which case things would get very interesting. There were crooked and disjointed trees here and there, each about fifteen feet high and two or three feet in diameter. If she applied enough leverage to one of them using her telekinesis, it was a possibility that it could be shattered into wooden shrapnel or used as a projectile. They wouldn't be of much more use than that. They were too small to use as a place to hide or as camouflage.
As she continued to walk, keeping her eyes peeled, she saw a figure emerging out of the fog. It was hard to distinguish that much about him, other than a rough estimate of his height, weight and general build. He was made of muscle and she could hear his heavy footsteps on the ground. Without thinking, she acted instinctually, relying on her body to know what to do, she burst into action. The sound of gunshots could be heard cracking through what was before now an utterly silent place. She got off three shots, wanting to conserve her ammo. She was having to once again rely on the sharpness of her vision to make things easier for her. She closed one eye and narrowed the other as she took her shots, aiming for general areas. The first shot was aimed for what she could vaguely discern as his knee, the second was aimed for the top of the thigh near where the femoral artery lay and the third was aimed for his stomach. She did now know what kind of powers he possessed, she did not know if he had a healing factor, or armor or any of that. None of the bullets, if they hit, would be kill shots with the possible exception of the one aimed at his thigh. If it did hit his femoral artery, there was a possibility that he would bleed out without a healing factor or some other power. The shots weren’t meant to be kill shots, though. They were meant to disable her opponent, to weaken him, to throw him off his game. She used armor piercing rounds at all times, now was no exception. Standing there, smoking guns in hand, she spoke to herself. “Let’s get this show on the road.”