(( You are both accepted and for narration purposes use the combatants name ))

When JohnJhon entered the arena she had not noticed. The sandy pile in the center of the field had blocked her view. Her helmet was made to pick up targets only a few yards away, not across the arena. However, she did notice when Frix entered on the opposite side of the arena. With a few voice commands her helmet zoomed in on Frix and studied his figure. By looking at him she could tell that he was not human. Firstly humans did not have long tails, and they certainly were not green.

Half trying to blend in with the black glass, she pressed her back against the wall and pulled the sniper off her back. The two hundred yard shot would be difficult, for many reasons. Not only was their a large distance to consider, but the vents that circulated the air in the dome were different then outside winds. Preforming several calculations in her mind she turned on the scope and zoomed in on the target. Smiling she thought that his choice of clothing was a bit under dressed for arena battle. However, she would have fun adding some lead to his system. Adjusting the sniper with small minor adjustments she paused for one second and pulled the trigger. There was no silencer on her rifle, so a cracking sound bounced off the walls of the dome. Flying at amazing speeds, and leaving a thin white trail, the anti-armor bullet headed in the direction of Frix, the lizard man. Sadly, because she was not use to the domes environment, the bullet had a huge chance that it would miss. However, if it did miss, the bullet would land in the sand or bounce off the wall near by. Not waiting to see if she hit the combatant Frix, she jumped for the cover of the sand pile at her right. Taking cover, the sniper's heat could be felt even through the gel. Nyra would have to wait if she wanted to use the sniper again. Putting the sniper back in its resting place, she peaked over the side of the mound to view the bullets damage.

The crowed cheered as first shot was taken, and if the bullet found its mark, then they would cheer for the first hit.

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