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A dry wind blew over the desolate planes of the Tangled Shore. In the twilight glow of the sky above, a group of Fallen and Scorn skirmished near the Fallen encampment, neither really gaining a foothold over the other. Nearly two thousand yards from their brawl, Crow-13 sat nestled into a rocky outcrop with her eye to the scope of her sniper and her finger on the trigger.
"Come on you bug-bastard, I know you're there..." She muttered to herself. From the folds of her cloak's hood, her ghost Pidge peeked out blinking his optic as if he were just waking from a nap.
"Didja get him? Can we go yet? I hate the wind up here, it's so dry and cold..." He asked plaintively, causing Crow to snort.
"No, he hasn't reared his ugly head..." As she spoke, the Cheiftan she'd been hunting transmatted into the fray and she smiled within her helmet.
"There you are, come to mama..." And with that, she lined up the crosshairs and took the shot, landing it neatly between his glowing eyes.
"Come on you bug-bastard, I know you're there..." She muttered to herself. From the folds of her cloak's hood, her ghost Pidge peeked out blinking his optic as if he were just waking from a nap.
"Didja get him? Can we go yet? I hate the wind up here, it's so dry and cold..." He asked plaintively, causing Crow to snort.
"No, he hasn't reared his ugly head..." As she spoke, the Cheiftan she'd been hunting transmatted into the fray and she smiled within her helmet.
"There you are, come to mama..." And with that, she lined up the crosshairs and took the shot, landing it neatly between his glowing eyes.