I saw the woman fly down and stared at her awestruck. Not only because she was flying... but she looked exactly like a character from an old cartoon that I used to watch when I was a child. The name escaped me, but... for some reason I sincerely doubted this was yet another cosplayer, I couldn't see any wires holding her up, and it seemed unlikely that she would be able to set something like that up in this alleyway, and after how fast that guy moved... the idea of a flying person didn't seem that far outside of the realm of possibility. I snapped back to the situation around me. "He looked to be threatening a kid with swords, not as if I could just stand by and let some guy murder a kid, ya know?" Then came that ungodly screech.

I looked at the shadow monster dumbstruck. "This... is all just a dream, right? I'm still in my apartment, right? Maybe, I was still so exhausted that I passed out at the cash register... right?" No... this all felt far too real to be a dream. But to be sure... I pinched my arm. Yep. I'm awake. "This isn't real." I began shaking then took a deep breath. I reached into my messenger bag and pulled out a red clip of ammo with a flame symbol on the side. It wasn't ammo infused with dust, obviously, that kind of dust isn't real, but it was explosive ammo. Close enough. I think we needed as much fire power as we could get.

I slammed the scythe into the ground, to keep it steady and avoid the kickback and subsequent change in aim, and aimed through the sights. Hopefully I did this right, or else it's going to be a disastrous outcome. I don't think I have enough time to try and put this back into the sniper configuration, and if that thing comes near me, I'd rather not be up against it with a long range weapon. I fired three bullets at the... thing. Thankfully, the bullets came out the other end smoothly. My parents said that this was a waste of time and money, well look at who's laughing now!

[@ZeroL]