"stop firing!" can be heard at the sounds of the mini gun letting loose ended. Zandrea stood near by looking past Sarah who was firing, and looking past the dust that was the grim to the tree that was pierced by the bullets from the gun Sarah was firing. the small deer like faunus ran past Sarah flowers blooming from the ground with each step she took towards the trees like a medic to a wounded solider Zan started to survey the wounds of the trees.