“Qui n’avance pas, recule!" MacKensie shouted as her war cry, channelling her father's spirit.  All of her nerves and anticipation released upon hearing Vadim's 'fire at will' command.  She took aim at the nearest enemy down in the field and loosed a bolt their way.  The bolt struck the skeleton in the sternum, rocking it, but not halting it's advance.  This would not do!  She'd aimed safely for centre-mass, but there no time for safe shots.  And deep down she knew she could push it.  If MacKensie Trydant could do [i]anything[/i] in this world, she could hit her shots when it counted.  When the pressure was on.

Her 2nd shot planted itself in the forehead of the same target.  It's skull split open and dropped dead - permanently dead this time. She loaded her crossbow like a machine; her dextrous fingers, her speed, coordination and precision, beyond anything she thought humanly possible.  She simply tried not to think about it, loosing a 3rd shot, 4th shot and on.

The gate smashed open with little effort from the ogres and before long there were skeletons everywhere.  MacKensie pinged them as their heads appeared over the battlements, but they wouldn't go down fast enough and one hopped onto the wall and lept toward her into a strong downsweep slash.  Panicking, MacKensie's free hand drew her dagger and threw it up to defend herself, squeezing her eyes shut like a complete and utter amateur.  With the luck of God, she somehow blocked the attack, but the strength of it knocked her down.

As her back hit the floor, a flex of her shoulders smoothly transitioned her into a backflip and she landed on her feet, firing off another killing shot and reloading.  [i]How am I doing this?[/i] she wondered, terrified.  [i]It's so easy, so natural.[/i]

Damn-near every headshot was landing as MacKensie supported those on the wall who were engaged with enemies.  She looked behind her to see Zell.  A skeleton had rushed him from behind and MacKensie aimed quickly and fired off a shot.  The bolt whistled dangerously close by Zell's ear before lodging itself into the cranium of the skeleton who's feet tried to charge without the rest of it's body before dropping dead.

"This doesn't mean I like you," she felt the need to shout.  He was enough of a distraction that she was almost waylaid from behind herself and she cried in alarm and ran, ducking a sword swing as she took off, her dagger-holding fist hitting the floor for balance as she did.  Running toward Zell, she jumped and wall-kicked off the battlements to get past him, landing a headshot mid-air to clear space for her landing.  "These powers are incredible," she said aloud, her confidence rising by the minute.