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Bak calmed down as Rurik made his way back over to them, but didn't let any of that built up tension leave her body. She stayed focused on the entrance he had come from, and waited. Then she heard the pearls of laughter creep over the walls. Andras's declaration. Demon magic. Bak laughed back, just as loud. She swung her bandaged arm forward, pointing it right at the hole. "GYAHAHAHAHA! Come out of that hidey hole then, witch, and I will show you why all your kind in Yekaterina whisper in fear of the monster Tsarevna!"

When the angle appeared in the doorway Bak hesitated for a moment. That was not a witch. That was not witches magic. Theses lying vigilantes, taking away even the fun of shooting a witch! Nevertheless there was a resounding [b]BANG[/b]. The bandages and plaster of the cast Celestine had so graciously prepared for her scattered in all direction from the force of it to unveil her new FLAK gun. The projectile soared across the arena, went wind, and slammed into the wall beside the angel in a burst of black smoke and shrapnel. 

She scowled. Glancing quickly over to her shoulders camera. Her other shoulder camera. 

There was the one for the thermal vision located under her artillery guns, but the one next to the missile pods was for something much more important: targeting. Bak wasn't a professional shooter, or a soldier, or even a hunter. She was the much more dangerous Enthusiastic Amateur, and so she relied on that little piece of technology to help properly aim her incredibly unwieldy guns. Poor thing was working hard, but she wasn't used to the kick yet. Maybe she should have practiced with it first.

Oh well, it wasn't as though she was short of bullets.

She shot again and again and again, each time getting a little more of a handle in the kick. The space around the angel was filled with airborne explosions. "Send out more chickens, I will pluck all of them!"

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