Amstein smirked as she saw the stand user go down. Clearly the woman was expecting her smoke screen to be an effective shield, but that was a mistake… A fatal one, considering the artery that had been blasted open. The amount of blood spilling from such a wound was one that would lead to the stand user’s death in a matter of a minute or two. Still, that she had enough will left to have her stand carry her to safety was something Amstein had to commend. It was a respectable will to live, but in the end would do no good.

With two out of the fight, she changed her focus yet again to… Wait just a god damn second. The big one was moving again? “Scheisse!” she cursed. The big guy was bleeding behind a tree only a second ago and now he was on the move again like he wasn’t even hurt. How was that possible? Invisible to Amstein was the tiny bug-like stand, small enough that she’d need use of a different lens in order to spot at such a distance, yet the physical objects would get in the way. Destiny had conspired to make this one completely invisible to the sharpshooter, leaving her baffled at her previous target’s recovery.

Taking stock of the others, Amstein spotted one holding still, one that hadn’t been injured yet. So this was either a coward, or took the “wait and observe” approach. Could be trouble as this one figured out the situation more and more. Amstein wondered if it was prudent to take out the planner first, so that there was no plan to put into place later? 

The answer was made apparent as another of the group continued to move forward, out in the open. Foolish decision, but then maybe she figured that taking cover was pointless, given the circumstances? Either way, she volunteered for the next bullet. Amstein took aim, took in a deep breath, and then… Wait, another figure appeared behind the target, a silhouette with long pigtails. Another stand? There were two stand users in the group! And that meant that more than likely they were [i]all[/i] stand users. “Scheiße!” she cursed again. Those Nazi bastards were finally taking off the kid gloves. About time, actually. Hunting men, even in platoons, had gotten terribly boring. A squad of stand users though?

The target was entering the treeline, which meant she was exactly where Amstein wanted them. Hidden in the brush Kiara tugged a tripwire! Betrayed by her own feet, the wire triggered a bouquet of grenades hanging from the branch, yanking all the pins at once and dropping the cluster of small bombs right next to her! “Gute nacht!” Amstein said, firing her next bullet. The course had been plotted, the aim was true: the bullet would travel until to glanced off a tree then redirected toward the target’s right side torso, opposite of the side the grenades fell. A two-pronged attack: throwing herself away from the grenades would only lead to jumping into the bullet. Throwing herself away from the bullet would only lead to landing on a patch of explosives.

This was Amstein’s territory now, and it was [i]heavily[/i] defended, as they would soon find out.