The Russian cursed under his breath as the tree had gotten in the way of his target. "Trickery of the target, no doubt...That should have hit dead center."

A twist of a dial here, a flick of a switch there, and the settings upon his rifle had been adjusted, the ammunition shifting accordingly. As the man set his rifle, he had dropped from a crouch onto one knee, his armoring systems shifting to accommodate as well. The plating of said armor had dug slightly into the ground to root his position, also proceeding to cover more of his form to make up for the lost mobility, raising his rifle once more.

"Block this, [i]vrag[/i]."

This time aiming for the GM's skull, a panel on the rifle gave him a lock notice as the man pulled his trigger once more. The shot which exploded out of Svetlana's barrel this time was formed of depleted uranium, a type of shot well-known for being used as a tank-buster. Alongside this it had been enhanced to be seeker-like and, while it certainly wasn't perfect, it would make the shot that much more likely to find its mark.