Two lines you should never cross, horizontal and vertical. Yet here was a man who faced them with a smile, brave; but rather stupid. Freya felt her finger squeeze a little as her left eye closed, debating his life for a moment before he made a motion towards something. Her finger eased as she tilted the rifle up a little to see he was pointing towards some infected, clickers in fact which were on the hunt. She looked over her scope as she opened her eye again, gauging the distance before weighing up her options. On one hand she could save her ammunition and let him deal with the problem himself. But then she did have to go that way anyway which meant she'd have to deal with them, or him eventually. Making up her mind she raised the rifle to her shoulder, taking aim as her eye closed again. She slowed her breathing, the world seeming to slow down as she focused the only two lines which mattered only a few feet above the first one's head. A minute passed before a snap echoed in the distance, a bullet tearing through the right side of the first Clicker's face. The shot tore through the crusted polyps, making a hole as it blew out the other side with a popping sound. Freya pulled the bolt back calmly, pushing another round forwards before taking aim for the next one.