Focusing on moving alongside of the wall, her helmet warned her of flying projectiles coming on the right side. Turning to view the ice shards her helmet identified, they were loosing their power and arching towards the ground. Not needing to shield herself the ice lightly pinged off the plates, or bounced off the gel. The impacts did not slow her movements or hinder her view. After the ice shards were done flying across the room she examined the arena combatants.

Katsuo was fighting Darsis and the dragon was still on the other side of the arena from her position, however, Meme was no where to be seen. Picking up the sound of metal against the wall, the helmet played the sound in her ear while telling the exact location of the noise. Sprinting along the wall she decided that her position was far enough from the noise and turned to watch Meme. He was sharpening metal against the wall heading in her direction. Not wanting to give away her position to any of her targets she pulled the sniper into a firing stance. Soon, she would be spotted against the wall if he continued to move in the same direction. Placing her scope ahead of the target, the sniper was still radiating heat from the last shot, but it could fire off anouther round. Quickly calculating in her head one last time her finger pulled the trigger and let the bullet fly towards the moving target. The shot was difficult, and hard to aim, but the way he ran across the perimeter it would ether hit his head, torso, or flank if he quickened, continued, or slowed his pace. Also if Meme came to a stop, or changed his crouched running, the bullet's chances of hitting would deplete considerably. If the bullet did not even hurt Meme then at least it would slow him down. The junk he held in his hands would not stop the bullet flying towards him. Her ammunition was made to pierce heavy metals. Meme's armor might make an exception, the size of the bulky armor looked like it would be hefty enough to absorb the hit. Pulling a grin to her face she thought that no matter what armor he wore, the bullet would leave a mark of some kind if it found his moving figure.

Through the gel layer her hand felt the warmth of the rifle as she placed it on her back. Not glancing back at Meme or wanting to watch her shot she whispered "Invince." Running away from the wall the helmet picked up her commands. Activating the systems inside the suit her body faded into nothingness. However, if anyone was looking at her position while she was running away from the wall, they would be able to spot her quickly fading black suit, before completely disappearing. Tearing her focus away from the battle, she watched the scraps of metal that threatened to move if touched. The last thing she wanted was some one spotting moving junk and attacked her position.

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