[center][h3][color=ed1c24]Isabelle "Izzy the Shattergun" Ozborne[/color][/h3][/center]

When Izzy found a moment, she used it to roll her eyes at the situation. Not because the people she was going to work with had hit first. No, she thought that was a good idea. What she was annoyed at was the goddamn alarm. Alarms NEVER meant anything good, and they normally meant that more enemies were on the way. In this case, the answer to the alarm's purpose was obvious. Not only that, the catwalk was becoming less and less stable with the open fire and extra weight. This meant that she had to shoot and run.

As much as she wanted to use her special gun, she had a tendency to only use it in situations when it was most useful. The enemies being scattered and sloppily recovering did not fit that role. Izzy jumped down to the floor below, and slid herself to cover. Her sub machine gun would probably be useless in this situation, but her sniper was still plenty useful. She didn't want to take any chances with the Blast helmets, so she decided to go for body shots. She didn't even know if the species in those suits had vital spots hidden in those things.

In any case, she fired four shots. Two of them pierced through and took down one enemy, while the others did the same, only the target that was hit had only fallen to a knee, and held a hand over his wounds. Izzy cursed to herself as she took cover from the shots headed her way.

Erek had yelled for everyone to get to the ship, and she had to agree. She liked to fight, but they had s*** to do, and fighting a ton of guards wasn't part of it...Well, it wasn't what they needed right now, anyway.

"[color=ed1c24]Would you guys get your asses to the damn rust bucket![/color]" she exclaimed as she sprinted to the ship, using cover along the way.