[center][h1]Lucy Dolores[/h1]
[sup][i]It's changing everything again.[/i][/sup][/center]
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Lucy looks back and forth, watching what's in front, glancing behind herself, plus everything in-between. A soft sigh escapes her lips paired with a shudder traveling down her spine. She had been in fights before, she has killed before, but this was something else. Something more. [i]"This is gonna be a fight for survival, not a battle to win, thanks to that messenger."[/i] She thought to herself, crossing her gaze onto the other Arms Masters. They're all faces she doesn't know, all people she had no time to learn and coordinate with. [i]"Fighting is hard when you don't understand your friends and your enemies."[/i] pops out yet another complaint in her mind. Her left arm reaches over to caress her right arm, if it were present. Her hand grasps air, promptly resting on the side of her body. She promptly checks her equipment, outfitted like a regular soldier, glancing to her left side. A Glock 17 in it's holster, check. Her M4A1 seems to be fine, slung around her with a lanyard. She tests the fit of her helmet and torso armor, everything looks good to her, plus the hearing protection has a good seal, which means she won't go deaf today.

One of the regulars glances over to Lucy, lifting an eyebrow, speaking out "Aren't you supposed to have [i]two[/i] arms in order to be eligible for combat?" in a somewhat accusatory tone. She glances towards that soldier, letting her left arm fall back to her side. With a flash, Daedalus appears, the mechanical magic arm turning and flexing as she shakes her head. "It's this one that matters." Lucy responds, as the flaps of Daedalus opens and closes harmlessly. "I uhh... Fair enough." He responds to her, with a shameful glance away. She grabs the grip of the rifle with Daedalus, lifting it up into a ready position. Her regular hand slots in a 30 round box mag, flicks off the safety, sets it to single, then pulls the charging handle. Notably, her finger sits outside the trigger well. She's not ready to fire, she needs to see them first, of course.

While other Arms Masters may only use their Noble Arm for the entirety of combat, Lucy's doesn't have great range. A good soldier uses all of the tools in her arsenal, this gun will suffice for now. People die easily, firearms are very good at that job, something she's known for a long time. Her cheek rests on the cheekrest, as she aims down the scope, waiting for the moment to open fire. She saw one of the other Arms Masters already engaging the enemy. [i]"That's gonna land you in trouble, everyone's gonna shoot at you first. Better run back now."[/i] she quickly muses to herself, wondering if today will be the last day she takes a life. She can't fall now, especially not before she saves the Family.