As Mary, Carrie, the two junior Casters, and their respective Warpieces emerged from below, the sharpshooter was greeted with a great, fiery sight. The enemy dirigible had closed faster than she had expected, or perhaps it was bigger than Mary had gauged it to be at a distance. The trio of ships dove past the fearsome, unbiased hail of flak that gouged at the reinforced membrane of the hostile vessel's balloon. As she came to the gunwale, she brought her gun up to scan the enemy ship as they descended. For the moment, the gargantuan top of the red craft, along with all the fire and smoke that billowed around it, obscured any sight of the Redlochs themselves. Her shots could do little against that. Even the screaming artillery was only slowly beginning to stagger the progress of the great floater. The hull of the vessel would be beneath, and significantly smaller. She would need to wait for it to come into view before she could take any shots. Even still, that would be long before the ship cannons could draw a bead on them.<br/><br/>So, there was an awkward moment of tension as the enemy vessel slowly roared past them in elevation, and nobody could do anything but watch with every muscle tensed and every apprehension braced for. Stalwart already knew where the hull was going to appear, and she was ticking away the seconds in her head until she calculated it would begin to show. She trained her long-gun on a specific spot on the side of the blimp as they descended, delicately adjusting her aim lenses. If she could just pick off a few officers on deck, the Redloch crew would be momentarily cast into chaos, and perhaps make their operations less efficient. It could buy them some time. A few marines joined her at the gunwale and brought up their guns as well, though they seemed confused at what they should be shooting at. The blimp, perhaps? Mary took her eyes off her sight and quickly pushed their guns back up. "You can't shoot that far! Leave it to me!" she shouted over the loud howling of the wind that rushed around the body of their ship. They hesitantly acknowledged, and backed away.<br/><br/>Once again, she gazed down, just in time to see the keel of the Redloch vessel peek out from the side of the balloon. It would just be moments, now, before she could start shooting. She shouted over her shoulder to Caster Haas, "Permission to engage targets of opportunity, sir?!" It might seem unreal for someone with a rifle to ask to shoot at something that far away, especially from someone he'd very likely never heard about before today. But then, perhaps Judas Haas was the sort of person to place faith in unlikely places. In either case, she knew better than to fire without an order.