(( chop chop bang bang. ))

It almost reminded Katewyn of a book. Treasure maps, a crew, evil pirates. . . Too bad books had happy endings. The leader didn't have time to pull the trigger as Katewyn brought her rifle up. The bullets she used were designed to pierce animal skulls, and her shot went right through the dwarf's skull like a knife into butter. It was quite beautiful, actually. A perfect headshot, a masterpiece. 

She didn't have time to pay attention to the other crew members, instead went straight to reloading the rifle. It was a lovely weapon, specially designed for her, and it fit perfectly into her hand. When she quickly finished, she slung the gun up and fired. Another one of those scum went down, and Katewyn once again started to reload.