<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">Cat stayed out of the line of sight -- and of fire -- which Gabriel did his glowy magic thing.  Alright... it didn't exactly glow, but... it was still a magic shield.<br/>
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When the first hail of bullets stopped, she girded her loins and stepped up to the empty doorway.  With a grace more befitting a ballerina than a sharpshooter, Cat began picking off shots.  She didn't spray the area with bullets -- rather, she took aim and squeezed the trigger methodically, never delaying but never rushing.  Each target got a doubletap, and she reloaded once before lifting an eyebrow in Gabriel's direction -- wanting to see the next challenge, considering the humans had crumbled in front of her.<br/>
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It had taken her less than five minutes to empty a clip and a half -- twenty rounds total -- into their enemies... and she hadn't missed a single shot.  "What else you got for me, hotshot?"</span></span>