[Ah. It's Owen. Nuwa immediately takes the decision to not let that guy walk away alive, if she gets the chance.
One glance around shows what sort of situation she's in right now. So she has been placed as part of entertainment for a bunch of bloodthirsty spectators, eager to see bullets fly and lives get taken. How...uncivilized. Somehow it's not all that surprising.
Owen focuses on the audience. Not a bad idea, admittedly, but they'd have to be idiots for them to not have measures up to protect their own lives. Ah, you overestimate the average Borderlands blood battle, Nuwa. Sometimes they have ways to protect themselves, sometimes they don't.
Well, regardless! There's other people here other than her and Owen. Some of them already attack each other, chance Nuwa uses to focus on those who haven't started to kill just yet. Well, their loss]
You won't even have a moment to curse your fate. How unfortunate.
[Taking the Amigo, she aims, still not grabbing the goddamn sniper rifle correctly, holds steady, aims, and fires.
The results are...unexpectedly favorable for Nuwa. Target falls down, chest pierced. Nuwa steps back, aiming at the next person, fires, good result once again. Ah. So this is why humans like to use this sort of thing, they're pretty convenient when you don't have your magic, she thinks while she takes a third life]
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One glance around shows what sort of situation she's in right now. So she has been placed as part of entertainment for a bunch of bloodthirsty spectators, eager to see bullets fly and lives get taken. How...uncivilized. Somehow it's not all that surprising.
Owen focuses on the audience. Not a bad idea, admittedly, but they'd have to be idiots for them to not have measures up to protect their own lives. Ah, you overestimate the average Borderlands blood battle, Nuwa. Sometimes they have ways to protect themselves, sometimes they don't.
Well, regardless! There's other people here other than her and Owen. Some of them already attack each other, chance Nuwa uses to focus on those who haven't started to kill just yet. Well, their loss]
You won't even have a moment to curse your fate. How unfortunate.
[Taking the Amigo, she aims, still not grabbing the goddamn sniper rifle correctly, holds steady, aims, and fires.
The results are...unexpectedly favorable for Nuwa. Target falls down, chest pierced. Nuwa steps back, aiming at the next person, fires, good result once again. Ah. So this is why humans like to use this sort of thing, they're pretty convenient when you don't have your magic, she thinks while she takes a third life]