Sepia Russet - Mechanic's

Sepia turned just as the man with the gun stepped into view. Her eyes widened and she whipped around to face her team leader.

"Krys-"

She was cut off by the storm of bullets. One of them found its mark in the edge of her waist and a few others whizzed dangerously close. She flinched. Swinging Orthus off of her back, she spun and pointed one end at the gunman, firing its hook out with enough force to send her skidding on her feet backwards a yard. With any luck, it would take out at least that particular individual and clear a path for her teammates to escape being surrounded. She knew for a fact that Orthus's mechanism was strong enough to break a few ribs.