Sister Naser acknowledged Torin's suggest with a smile and a nod but countered as well, "Together, on three, two, one..."<br/><br/>Her bolt-pistol already aimed at the ready. She squeezed off three quick shots in succession. Each at a different moving target and making dead contact with each at least, though it would remain to be seen how "good" the hits actually were. Every bolt from the bolt-pistol actually send a wave of air back blowing back her white hair and exposing her strong yet, delicately straight jaw bone as she focused her energies down range.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>