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[h2][u]Target Locked #8: Target: The Hounds of Humanity #5[/u][/h2]
[b]Location: Sherman Square
Time: Evening - Day of Hound Attack[/b][/center]

As she reached the streets below, Kayla thought back on the newly-arrived hero’s words. [I]Try not to kill anyone…[/I] she thought, grabbing the arrows from the unconscious Hounds and placing them back into her quiver. While she thought back to those words, her sights always strayed to the location where the dead Hound was. She could see the orange-fletched arrow from where she was that remained in their skull. Even through all of the chaos that’s around her, the sight of the dead Hound was the only thing she could focus on. As the last of the arrows in her immediate area, she looked at the corpse one final time. For a while, she debated on going over there and collect the arrow, making sure that none of her arrows were left behind. As she thought that, the pit in her stomach swelled up at the images of the arrow hitting through the helmet came to the front of her mind. Fearing that she’d actually throw up when she got over there, she decided against collecting it. [I]Besides, there’s still danger in the area.[/I] With that, she began leaving the area.

As Voyager and the lightning mete began to take on the mechs in the area, Fletch took the opportunity to strike down the Hounds that were in the immediate area of where they were fighting. At least with that, the focus from the ground troops wouldn’t be on the more powerful people that took on the more damaging weapons. Much like before, each arrow was precisely aimed and hit the non-vital areas, giving her enough time to punt them unconscious. As each Hound went down, the arrows shot were collected to be reused on their comrades. When the Hounds in the area were down, leaving just the mechs for Voyager and the meta to deal with, Kayla took the opportunity to move closer to the main bulk of the fight.

As the fight went on in the main square next to the Sherman Center, Kayla watched the aftermath of the mouthy kid finishing the destruction of one of the mechs and the two magic users finishing off their fight with the Hounds. It had just been a coincidence that Terra Firma, one of the metas she had fought with before arrived as well. It was as well as the Hounds started to focus on them and began their advance. The woman in red began casting an amber mist that covered the entire field. While the mist began its work on her bow, the metal components beginning to rust, the mechanism in order for her to draw the bow remained stable, unaffected. The stainless steel and anodized aluminium saw to that as she fired another arrow towards the advancing Hounds.

Despite the advantages the mist was having, it came to nought as a Hound in a similar suit to Iron Knight cast a counter mist to undo everything that was happening to their armour. She could only watch as Iron Knight was thrown down the street by his opponent. Thinking that this might cause an issue, Fletch reached down into her trouser pocket and pulled out two seeds. Quickly adding them to her next arrow, she took aim at the armoured enemy. [color=e38c2d]”Did S.T.R.I.K.E tell you about this, asshole?”[/color] she growled, releasing the arrow shortly before her words. If the arrow hits, much like before, an explosion with the same force as an RPG would have hit them square in the back. If not damaged, the force would have sent them flying to the ground.

Before she could marvel at the attack caused, she was instantly struck down to one knee. White-hot pain seared through her right leg as a Hound caught her by surprise with a bullet through it. Gritting her teeth, she turned to face the approaching group of Hounds. “You should have been paying attention, bitch!” one of them spat, her voice filled with venom. “Now you will suffer the same fate as our comrades in the chopper and the vans!”

Before the Hounds had the chance to fire off bullets at the downed archer, Fletch had the chance to nock another arrow onto her bow and fired at the group’s direction. The arrow missed all of the Hounds, causing them to jeer as they began to raise their rifles. By the time one of them realized that there was a cable in the flight path of the arrow, it was too late. The orange-clad archer lurched forward. The cable was attached to the windup mechanism on her arm. Kayla propped herself a little back as she skidded across the tarmac with her feet. Just before she was upon them, she jumped up. At the same time, she detached the cable from her arm. She arched her way through the air, launching her attack with her feet. The momentum of the kick sent the female Hound flying, unconscious by the force. As she landed on the ground, she began her assault.

Years of training in kickboxing has now become beneficial as she began to dance through the group, kicking and punching them with devastating grace. One by one, they fell with her ferocity. Some even got arrows stabbed into them, Kayla using them as knives in such close-quarters. Adrenaline was the only thing dulling the pain in her leg. It wasn’t long before the last of the group that one had guns pointed at her fell unconscious. Panting hard, the archer began focusing on the Hounds that the kid was fighting. She saw the spiked bat being dropped to the ground. The same woman that told her to try not kill anyone arrived as well. Whereas before had been a good time to scold the kid about actions taken, now wasn’t the best of times. Especially as the Hounds began their march towards the little group. As she hobbled forward towards them, she began her rain of arrows at the approaching Hounds, striking them down with lethal accuracy and non-lethal strikes.

As soon as she reached them, her eyes scowled at the pair of them. [color=e38c2d]”Whatever you two have to say about morality, save it for after the fight!”[/color] she bellowed, a tinge of fury behind them as she bore through the pain in her leg. [color=e38c2d]”In case you haven’t noticed, they’re still coming! As long as the threat is dealt with and no more civilians are hurt, then do with them as you’d like!”[/color] She drew up another arrow and fired at another Hound that was ready to strike at Pantheon. Shifting her weight slightly off her right leg, she drew another arrow and stood there, ready for the next Hound to come their way.