[ Gray can only assume that Amos will be coming at her with all due deadliness; even if she had a mind to listen to the changed setting on his gun, she'd only think he was making it more lethal.
She descends as quickly as she's able, using leaves as cushion and cover from the gunfire that rains down on her. Her path is erratic; she zigs and zags to make herself a more difficult target. But even she can't change her trajectory midair, and it's during her jumps to lower branches that she'll be most vulnerable to attack.
She twists to avoid a few shots, some coming close enough to eat holes into her cloak, but eventually she's forced to catch a bullet precisely on the shaft of her glaive. It eats halfway through the material before Gray is able to deflect it past her. In effect, it means her weapon will be useless in this fight; it'll be more of a glorified vessel for the wing. She needs to change things up if she doesn't want turn into Swiss cheese in the near future...
Instead of continuing her descent, she veers across the branch she's on to slip into a cluster of leaves. If Amos looks closely enough, he might catch a glimpse of the wing buried in the shady foliage, flitting around before becoming static. Gray makes no move to break free from cover. What now? ]
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She descends as quickly as she's able, using leaves as cushion and cover from the gunfire that rains down on her. Her path is erratic; she zigs and zags to make herself a more difficult target. But even she can't change her trajectory midair, and it's during her jumps to lower branches that she'll be most vulnerable to attack.
She twists to avoid a few shots, some coming close enough to eat holes into her cloak, but eventually she's forced to catch a bullet precisely on the shaft of her glaive. It eats halfway through the material before Gray is able to deflect it past her. In effect, it means her weapon will be useless in this fight; it'll be more of a glorified vessel for the wing. She needs to change things up if she doesn't want turn into Swiss cheese in the near future...
Instead of continuing her descent, she veers across the branch she's on to slip into a cluster of leaves. If Amos looks closely enough, he might catch a glimpse of the wing buried in the shady foliage, flitting around before becoming static. Gray makes no move to break free from cover. What now? ]