Furiosa has played this sniper-on-sniper game before. She's one of the best shots the Citadel ever produced, but she knew Vuvalini that were better, hence her assertion she's not really a sniper. But she's icy calm under fire and she can hit a target at a few hundred meters in good visibility.
This is not good visibility, however, and while her shots are close enough to hopefully make the enemy sniper uncomfortable--certainly enough to keep them moving--she's not making any kills like this. She's relieved to catch Natasha and Azwel conferring out of the corner of her eye; someone's got an idea and she's already fully in support without knowing what it is.
Except she didn't really expect it would involve throwing Natasha at their enemies. She takes her finger off the trigger of her rifle to watch with mouth slightly agape as the redhead leaps and flies through the air. For a second, she's afraid to fire again lest she hit her teammate, but once Natasha lands safely, Furiosa starts laughing quietly under her breath as she resumes her barrage of distraction-shots.
"Fuckin' chrome. Wait 'till the Ace hears this one," she mutters.
Of course, when the rest of their opposition rounds the corner, she has a moment of doubt that the Ace will be hearing anything from her ever again what in Mother's Name is THAT??
She takes another round of shots at the sniper, unwilling to let his attention stray from her while Natasha could get the drop on him, but after that she can't ignore the demonic figure coming at them, and the rifle swivels. She aims low, going for parts of the legs that look the least armored, but even at that rate she's dismayed to see the shield send her shots deflected.
"Azwel, if you can slice that schlanger up, now's the time!" She'll turn her fire toward its entourage for the moment.
They can't give ground this time. There's no permanent retreat here.
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This is not good visibility, however, and while her shots are close enough to hopefully make the enemy sniper uncomfortable--certainly enough to keep them moving--she's not making any kills like this. She's relieved to catch Natasha and Azwel conferring out of the corner of her eye; someone's got an idea and she's already fully in support without knowing what it is.
Except she didn't really expect it would involve throwing Natasha at their enemies. She takes her finger off the trigger of her rifle to watch with mouth slightly agape as the redhead leaps and flies through the air. For a second, she's afraid to fire again lest she hit her teammate, but once Natasha lands safely, Furiosa starts laughing quietly under her breath as she resumes her barrage of distraction-shots.
"Fuckin' chrome. Wait 'till the Ace hears this one," she mutters.
Of course, when the rest of their opposition rounds the corner, she has a moment of doubt that the Ace will be hearing anything from her ever again what in Mother's Name is THAT??
She takes another round of shots at the sniper, unwilling to let his attention stray from her while Natasha could get the drop on him, but after that she can't ignore the demonic figure coming at them, and the rifle swivels. She aims low, going for parts of the legs that look the least armored, but even at that rate she's dismayed to see the shield send her shots deflected.
"Azwel, if you can slice that schlanger up, now's the time!" She'll turn her fire toward its entourage for the moment.
They can't give ground this time. There's no permanent retreat here.