Elou brought her rifle up for a second shot, giving herself a few seconds to scan him over and see the best place to shoot, and then lining her a shot perfectly. She took a breath, held it, and then gently squeezed the trigger, the crack of her long-las ringing out as the beam roared towards her target, and hit at the base of his skull. Unarmoured as it was, and pin-point accurate, the laser beam sliced through flesh and bone, decapitating him as effectively as a sword would. Ironic, considering the Khorne god that they worshipped, and the obsession with skulls. After the shot had made contact, she looked up from the scope, and examined the battlefield, still huddled in her Cameoline so as to hopefully avoid notice.