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Thuro 116 Pendragon
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Shaitan favored stealth, Faith subtlety, Bond ingenuity. Cameron was all of these, but more importantly, she was strong. Invincible. A god among humans, at least among her home. Some of those that strode behind her in this walk in shadows were her equals, some her inferiors, but none her superior. Least of all these mortals, pathetic creatures of flesh and bone that's life fled with a squeeze of her fist.
Cameron calculated the way to take these gunmen out with the least amount of wasted resources, and that immediately cut the use of her guns. Ammunition for two out of the three weapons was difficult to come by, and the third while more easily locatable, still wasn't worth the use when she was in a store that was simply waiting to be weaponized. Boldly stepping into their line of sight, she ignored them as she ripped the shelving out with smooth, efficient rips until she could easily reach the center. Sinking her fingers into the material, with an ease that belied it's weight she ripped the entire unit out of the ground and hurled it toward the central mass of their opponents.
Cameron calculated the way to take these gunmen out with the least amount of wasted resources, and that immediately cut the use of her guns. Ammunition for two out of the three weapons was difficult to come by, and the third while more easily locatable, still wasn't worth the use when she was in a store that was simply waiting to be weaponized. Boldly stepping into their line of sight, she ignored them as she ripped the shelving out with smooth, efficient rips until she could easily reach the center. Sinking her fingers into the material, with an ease that belied it's weight she ripped the entire unit out of the ground and hurled it toward the central mass of their opponents.