[ Horse swings down behind a wall just a yard or two ahead of the pursuing drone. She's quick into the shadows but the shadows vanish as a burst of lightning crackles past her, dropping the REAPER out of the air. More follow; more always follow.
The woman with the lightning rifle is soot-smeared, some of it intentionally dragged around her eyes by the look of it, sinking them deep into their sockets. It makes it difficult to tell how old she is. She's dirty and torn up and bleeding like everyone else, but her expression is an impassive contrast to Horse's shouts, fixed in concentration as she waits for a recharge and then blasts the next drone the second the gun is ready.
The third comes before she can muster up another bolt, and she puts down the rifle and draws an actual sword off her back, jabbing the blade up into sensors, hacking at twitching, spidering legs. It's completely insane, but she looks more comfortable with that hilt in her hand than the rifle, still recharging. ]
idk i'm makin things up
The woman with the lightning rifle is soot-smeared, some of it intentionally dragged around her eyes by the look of it, sinking them deep into their sockets. It makes it difficult to tell how old she is. She's dirty and torn up and bleeding like everyone else, but her expression is an impassive contrast to Horse's shouts, fixed in concentration as she waits for a recharge and then blasts the next drone the second the gun is ready.
The third comes before she can muster up another bolt, and she puts down the rifle and draws an actual sword off her back, jabbing the blade up into sensors, hacking at twitching, spidering legs. It's completely insane, but she looks more comfortable with that hilt in her hand than the rifle, still recharging. ]