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[aureation]

[There are sounds of gunfire from a certain part of the Garden-hollow sounds of metal against metal, a futile attempt, but none the less, an attempt. With her back faced to the mirror stands Gabrielle, her slender fingers wrapped around a handgun. It's hard to believe the woman, dressed and groomed so nicely the way she is, is currently helping

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[agentminiskirt]

[Sigh.]

...thanks.

[--just as she catches another robot in the head. Not quite like killing monsters, is it? Clean. Not enough splatter.]

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[aureation]

Mn. [Even though she's on guard with the... creatures? surrounding them, she seems to actually be happy. It's a comforting feeling, working along side with Aya, but she says nothing on that matter. Instead, she focuses on the robots.]

This would be much easier if I had my rifle! [Stepping back into a better advantage spot, Gabrielle fires off a few more rounds. Handguns were certainly not her forté, but she still seemed to be using hers fairly well. Of course, it was hard to miss a giant robot coming at you. Even if someone had never touched a gun in their life, they would be able to hit it.] Or at least some more ammo.

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[agentminiskirt]

That's why you learn to be a little more versatile sometimes.

[Aya says this as she turns around, grabs the nearest heavy object (i.e. ripped a large branch from a fallen tree) and, with some clean swing, lobs one of the metal assailants in one fell swoop. Its head went a-rollin'.]

Like that. Effective and conserves ammo.

[Not quite like her tonfa, but it'll do.]

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[Gabrielle scoffs.] I'm very versatile, thank you very much.

[She watches the head of the robot roll, listening to Aya's words. Effectiveness and conserving ammo was exactly why she got a handgun in the first place, always having her sniper rifle around clearly wouldn't work. She says nothing more on the matter, clearly sticking to her handgun for the time being. If she needs to pull a giant tree branch, then so be it-but right now it isn't necessary.]

[For her, at least.]

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[agentminiskirt]

Wanna make a bet on that? Bet you I could take out more, even without my powers.

[As she shoots and kicks aside one of the robots that had been scurrying towards her on spider-like legs. As juvenile as it may be to make gambles in times of violence, in a way it's oddly therapeutic for Aya. She fights. The battlefield is her comfort zone. No matter what these creatures came for, to Aya they're nothing more than target practice and stress relief.

What a bitch.]

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It depends. [A playful smirk rises on her lips.] What does the winner receive?

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[agentminiskirt]

I don't know... Respect?

[As she shoots another robot. Ten points, aw yeah!]

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[aureation]

Oh please- [She carefully aims her handgun, taking out another robot on her own.] -that's no fun at all, Aya. Why would I want something I already have?