[Caitlyn had been doing her level best to remain out of sight from the street, moving along the center of rooftops, but sometimes things were narrow and sometimes she had to remain stationary to sight a target. That's when she expected to be attacked, and unfortunately she was right.
Her gun's crack had already cut through the air a few times, providing cover and forcing enemy soldiers empowered by nearby Firebrands to go to ground. A role she was comfortable to play, sticking to the fringes, doing what she did best. Himeka and Abel needed to be saved, the Regent needed to be thwarted once again. These were the correct actions, the only ones she could conscience, even if it meant ruin for herself. They had to protect their own.
She figured that at some point an enemy Aion would come after her, and she wouldn't have been surprised if it was more than one, seeking revenge for Misa. Of course, a part of her wanted it to be Silco, to give her the opportunity to settle that grudge...but she doubted he'd be so directly involved.
When she hears his voice behind her, that part of her smiles. The rest of her gasps as she feels the knife strike her, the pressure of it against her back decidedly unpleasant. But it's Silco. Silco, who represents the worst of humanity to her. Silco, the man who had orchestrated so much pain and suffering among the people he claimed to want to lift up, the man who had raised the girl that may well have killed her mother, and the man who's child definitely killed any chance at peace between their two cities.
Her shield holds as firmly as her convictions, practically thrumming with power as the knife strikes her...and shatters into a dozen stinging metal shards.]
...Bloody hell. [Cait murmurs, rising to her full height and turning to face the little weasel of a man. The rifle shifts into a pistol in an eyeblink and she stares down her attacker.] Look who it is, indeed.
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Her gun's crack had already cut through the air a few times, providing cover and forcing enemy soldiers empowered by nearby Firebrands to go to ground. A role she was comfortable to play, sticking to the fringes, doing what she did best. Himeka and Abel needed to be saved, the Regent needed to be thwarted once again. These were the correct actions, the only ones she could conscience, even if it meant ruin for herself. They had to protect their own.
She figured that at some point an enemy Aion would come after her, and she wouldn't have been surprised if it was more than one, seeking revenge for Misa. Of course, a part of her wanted it to be Silco, to give her the opportunity to settle that grudge...but she doubted he'd be so directly involved.
When she hears his voice behind her, that part of her smiles. The rest of her gasps as she feels the knife strike her, the pressure of it against her back decidedly unpleasant. But it's Silco. Silco, who represents the worst of humanity to her. Silco, the man who had orchestrated so much pain and suffering among the people he claimed to want to lift up, the man who had raised the girl that may well have killed her mother, and the man who's child definitely killed any chance at peace between their two cities.
Her shield holds as firmly as her convictions, practically thrumming with power as the knife strikes her...and shatters into a dozen stinging metal shards.]
...Bloody hell. [Cait murmurs, rising to her full height and turning to face the little weasel of a man. The rifle shifts into a pistol in an eyeblink and she stares down her attacker.] Look who it is, indeed.