After strapping on her armor, Shelinda took hold of the anti-material rifle and looked it up and down, running her pale fingers along the barrel. She wasn't used to this kind of weaponry, but it would do. She lifted it without difficulty and adjusted the strap over her back.<br/>"I will not falter even for a second," she whispered to herself. Taking a small band, she stretched it and pulled her silver hair back into a ponytail.