@micromite:
"Yuck!"
The golden haired marksmen was taken back by the horrible images and scents.
She had not even the time to draw and aim her rifle being in such close proximity, nor did she have wit enough to remember the knife she had wedged in her boot. So... The ladies strategy becomes one of mouse vs cat in the blink of an eye, as she drops down before the mighty explosive mightiness of her enraged foe.
"I yield!" she claims, on bent knees.
As she does the force of an army of the dead come swarming upon her foe, they are invisible to the naked eye unless one is touched with a gift to see spirits, and they are hellbent on saving their mistress. All manner of ghost trickery is unleashed, as Cynthia does a rolls backwards regathering her rifle in hand.
Taking aim upon her foes forehead with deadly aim and the reflexes of a veteran solder, Cynthia takes careful aim and lets loose three rounds in less then half of a heartbeat. Thunderclaps sound off as rounds that were meant for death to whomever they came in contact with erupted from the tip of her rifles barrel.
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