[ She's not sure if it's her imagination, but it seems to Shooter that the blade actually whistles as is cuts through the air. She yelps, and scrambles back, trying to put as much distance as she can between her and the blade.
It manages to slice a cut in her coat, even with just a nick, and she can feel herself starting to panic as she yanks her blade out of the ground.
She has a feeling her cannon isn't going to be enough. ]
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It manages to slice a cut in her coat, even with just a nick, and she can feel herself starting to panic as she yanks her blade out of the ground.
She has a feeling her cannon isn't going to be enough. ]
Wh--what the hell is that thing made of?!