A running start is easier said than done in all this snow but Natasha finds a clearish path to hop around and pick up speed before Azwel and his strange tingling energies send her arcing up and even clearing the edge of the roof so that she can land rather than pulling herself up undignified like. Questions about what those energies are exactly will have to wait until later. Whether it's magic or not matters little in the grand scheme of things in this moment.

She misses the entrance of more of the bastards in her crouching approach behind the sniper. Even with it crouched like it is the creature's as tall as Natasha at full height. If it stood up it would dwarf her with it's size. There's something familiar about the look and sound of the rifle it's using but in the moment the spy can't place where she's seen it before.

There is no shout to catch its attention. No demand for an honorable fight. Natasha is not a warrior or a soldier. She's a spy. She raises her handgun until it's aimed directly at the back of the creature's head.

Two gunshots ring out over the wind. A body will tumble down shortly thereafter. Its rifle is too large for Natasha to carry but she will throw herself down alongside the gun and prop it back up against the side of the rooftop to give Azwel and Furiosa cover fire from where she is.

Only now is Natasha catching sight of the reinforcements on the ground level. Her curses are stifled. It's going to take her some time to get her sights in and get used to the gun enough to lay that fire down though...