Jok watched his opponent’s movements for a few moments noting that she, for he had now determined his foe to be a female humanoid, had already picked out his general location and was playing special attention to the area. He had no idea how this was possible, crouching stock still in dense foliage and with an abundance of training in guerrilla warfare (on a planet in which one has to remember the predominant species, Ramor, have exceptional eye-sight.) Still, after all he had seen he thought it safe to assume she must have some other kind of super-natural power to detect his likely location, which just set the odds against him that much more.

Beneath his face mask he grinned boyishly, though there was a twist to his lips that turned the expression sour.

Having had more than sufficient time to gauge his opponent’s movements and distance, as well as prevailing weather conditions, the highly trained Ramor soldier was confident he could hit with over 33% of his rounds even with a submachine gun. With the suppressor inbuilt in his SMG muzzle flare would be negated and the sound of his discharge would be significantly quieter, more of a rattle and pop rather than a loud telling bang. He was confident that to discover his location from the sound of his shots would be difficult, so there was no better time than the present.

Sighting his opponent carefully he quickly squeezed the trigger in three bursts, sending around fifteen shots towards his foe as she remained out in the open. It was frustrating to see the obvious effect that seemed to be slowing his rounds, but they should still be quick enough. Though Jok could not know this, his rounds would still cover the paltry distance in about a fifth of a second, so reacting to the bullets would be difficult at best.

By his estimate about half of his rounds were near the target, though on closer examination only five of the shots would hit in a horizontal pattern around centre of mass, spanning from one arm to the other and everything in between. After firing he had immediately dropped low and shuffled backwards, moving further into foliage to cover his relocation.