[@Haeo][@Oni chan]

"--sible target 1 O'clock low."

Clementine had just finished loading into a secluded spawn-point as the begining phases of a spawn-on-spawn firefight was begining to unfold. The person nearest her was bellowing out a possible sighting of their opponent, so she would at least know the location of [i]one hostile, and one friendly[/i]... problem was she couldn't tell which to shoot.

She pulled-back deeper into the shadows to double-check chatlogs appearing in the lower left of her periphrial:


[sub][color=bc8dbf]Grave Trench, Kiss Shot, possible target 1 O'clock low[/color][/sub]


Well, that answered that... the elderly gentleman was on their side... [i]team KiGrCle?[/i] ... [u]They needed to work on their name...[/u]

Still, the lack of explosions meant nobody had a good shot on anybody, and the rest of the opposition hadn't quite consolidated tehmselves yet, either, so now was the time to pick them off... She couldn't lay traps though... since she couldn't be sure to inform her team before a late-spawn tripped over it... if they picked up a 4th person.

To top things off, she couldn't even lurk properly if she identified herself to her own team-mates, and those boosts would be sorely needed to find a good place to set her machine-guns undetected... at least that was her plan.

While flanking the sniper from the right, she had run across the rest of the sniper's team trying likewise to work Kiss❤Shot's flank, here, she whipped her dual RPDs up and ready and sprayed from the hip, driving the group scrambling for cover as she managed to get more than a few good limb-hits with her 7.62x39 machine-guns. [color=c4df9b]"Clem"[/color] She grunted in an uncharacteristicly gruff tone as she tossed a hand-grenade behind a scrap pile and retreated to evade any counter-nades.