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Sylvia slid out the magazine of her pistol and looked at the friendly little cylinders inside- about 5 left. Should be enough in case any more dogs show up. She smiled and looked around at the group. [color=0076a3]"Hey, we did it! That wasn't so bad." [/color] Sylvia said optimistically, inserting the magazine back into 10mm with a satisfying click. She casually turned toward the sound of Rockette's voice and shined the light onto their hanging VIP and laughed.

[color=0076a3]"Hang in there!"[/color] She said, chuckling.

 Her chuckle stopped when she made eye contact with a giant fucking bear. 'Oh, shit' she mouthed to herself, and with a quick and often practiced movement, reached into her pouch, pulled out a unit of jet and put it up to her lips, sucking in a lungful of Jet. Blinking from the sudden boost, her pupils dilated, her breathing quickened and she shuddered, tossing the canister aside. It fell to the ground, landing almost weightlessly on a bed of dried of leaves. A beetle scurried away from the disturbance.

Time was not literally slowed down, of course, but that is close to what it feels like to inhale Jet. Sylvia could notice things quicker, easier. With this in mind, navigating became much easier as high roots and stumps became childs play to avoid. What was she supposed to do in these situations? Climb up a tree, play dead, make yourself big...why not just waste the fuckin' thing? Rockette should be safe, but she could use a handy distraction. And what better distractin then a shot to the fucking head?

Sylvia did a gallop backwards, raising her pistol and fired off her five rounds. One, two, three, four, five, easy. One after the other, equally spaced in their pattern, but quick and hopefully accurate. The mercenary's plan was to keep something between herself and the bear at all times. Tree's were sturdy and plentiful, the bear would have to go around or knock it down. Other mercenaries would also be a suitable object to place between herself and the bear. Trees first, of course, but things happen. After all, she didn't need to outrun the bear, she needed to outrun her 'friends'. If the monster was killed, great; If not, eehhh, Sully could get eaten and she would run away. 

These were the thoughts that ran through her poisoned mind as her gun violently exploded forth white hot lead at the Yao Guai.

[color=0076a3][i]"Waste it!"[/i][/color]