Kizzie burst into action, moving like a moth on cocaine. Sheathing her swords and drawing her twin guns, she positions her arms over and under, strafing them back and forth to spray out bullets like a sprinkler. Unfortunately for the true sons, she is incapable of missing. Moving about three times as fast as the scientists she's relentlessly gunning down, the elf has time to check on the mage upstairs, glancing up at her and even offering a quick wave.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>