While Kaitlyn waited for a response, she closely scrutinized the skirmish between the princess and the A-rank. [color=0072bc][I]What is he-[/I][/color] Suddenly, the 'room' went dark. When she regained sight, she was met with an alarming sight. Screw the Corporal, she needs help [b]now.[/b] [color=0072bc]"Miss Lei, I need a weapon that can hit him. [I]Now.[/I]"[/color] Even as she spoke, the shadow was peeling away from the glass it had abruptly covered, which now seemed to feature a dark yet still transparent film, like looking through sunglasses. The golden eyes of the cobra swaying within the pod narrowed, flashing to a glowing green. A thrum could be felt throughout the pod, a buzz across skin from the mere proximity to the shadow, static electricity seeming to crackle and fizzle. [color=39b54a]"Let usss hope you are a good ssshot~"[/color] Qingshe's voice murmured sibilantly from seemingly all around. The shadow bubbled, dripped and thrummed, as it oozed into the internals of the pod through the open grates of the cage-like back door. As it began to pool around Kaitlyn's feet in a rather decidedly claustrophobic manner, a bulge began to rise before her in the shape of a familiar and simultaneously alien object. First a stock, then a trigger, then a barrel. Hoisted up by a strangely flexible tripod, an ebony black rifle of some shape formed, accented by a thrumming yellow-green glow that seemed to struggle to be contained. The static in the air seemed to intensify with the object's mere presence, its strange blocky barrel perhaps eliciting familiarity and confusion all at once. In terms of a theoretically handheld firearm, it was huge, just short of two meters in length, and its presence was hardly making the internals of the pod any less cramped. [img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/80/7b/25/807b25ca8480628e902d65dc32150f7d.jpg[/img] A tube-like, alien magazine, more akin to the feed for a minigun trailed down from the back of the gun into the shadow like a twisted mechanical umbilical cord, crackling lines of emerald light illuminating its surface. With a hiss and bubble, the approximately meter and a half long barrel of the rifle was lurched forward through a fresh gap in the protective glass, a nook made solely to allow its firepower free. Perhaps as a side benefit, the extension of the main barrel outside the pod also once more made the internals moderately less cramped. With an ominously radioactive crackling, the sight flared to life in the darkness in technopunk green with an orange, digitally-suspended crosshair, an electronically-powered view down the barrel magnified the distance with stunning quality, above and beyond what any standard soldier could most likely hope to ever see in their equipment. [color=39b54a]"He knowsss he isss outnumbered. For even the Dragon's arroganccce only goesss ssso far~"[/color] the rattle of a viper rippled through the air. [color=39b54a]"Thisss is why he hasss blinded our forcccesss~! In the open, even he mussst respect the ssstrength of sssteel..."[/color] The wicked smile crept onto the cobra's face, as it wound around the barrel of the massive rifle, as if caressing a lover. [color=39b54a]"Well, if he isss ssso very cautious of gunsss..."[/color] Its eyes gleamed, as it glanced back at Kaitlyn. [color=39b54a]"Let usss give him one to fear mossst particularly~!"[/color] To say Kaitlyn was unsettled by the appearance of the weapon- if it could even be called that- would be an understatement. The thing was downright indimidating, and being in such close proximity to something that looked like it was about five seconds away from giving her more cancer than Deadpool wasn't a very comforting thought either. Despite this, she only took a second or two to grimace and regret life decisions before very carefully handling the machine and acquainting herself with the scope. Her target was clear, the weapon was primed. Zeroing in on the arm wielding the weapon, she made sure her aim was true, then- The shadow bulged within the pod, splattering, as two flickers whipped out from either side to take secure hold of the rifle with rather heavy-duty clamps. Despite how firm the act was, it managed to be inhumanly precise, barely jostling Kaitlyn's aim -if at all. The soldier pulled the trigger, and the air within the pod almost seemed to still, before the rifle roared to life with a thrumming vibration that all but rippled through the girl's bones. The "umbilical cord" of the gun shivered, as the static electricity intensified, buzzing along skin and making unsecured hairs stand up on end. The light that seemed to spill from within the ebony rifle intensified, before a whump of displaced air and ringing bang blasted back into the pod's internals and roared out into open air through the grated back door. The recoil was... significant, to say the least, but the clamps that had been preemptively applied prevented the gun from rocketing back into Kaitlyn's all too comparatively vulnerable body. With a thunderous gong, one might have sworn a molten bolt of lightning was hurled Huo Ren's way, as the Noble Arm-powered railgun cried for blood in the form of a magnetically repelled bolt of pure tungsten