Yasha quickly looks away from the raccoon as he falls over, extremely dead. Not because she was squeamish or guilty, mind- when you robbed people for a living, you accepted that one day you might rob someone who does something you'd prefer they not do, and you end up dead or digested. That was an assumed part of the whole business, and she'd almost been on the wrong side of the deal a few times before. No, Yasha looked away to get a better estimate of where everyone else was. Scanning quickly, she only sees one person to their south who might be able to keep fighting, and she quickly raps out, "Marek! Anyone comes up behind me, they're all yours." Before dismissing those to the south and spinning in place to the north.<br/><br/>What she saw there wasn't great news. The artillery was just about ready to fire, and they were all in a lump. Yasha quickly skittered to the side, giving herself a clearer shot on those to the north and giving the artillery one less person in a blast radius if they got the shot off correctly. The two gators were a concern, as were the armor, but she saw Arcea going after them with gusto. If she needed to, she'd jump in there, but she trusted the big feline to hold her own for at least a while. Nor could she get a good shot off on the artillery crew before they'd be ready to shoot, since at that range she'd have to spend time squinting through her sights. There was a skirmish line of bandits in front of the artillery, though, and that she could address. Shutting out the rest of the combat near her, the squirrel quickly lined up a shot on the skunkette on the far end of the line, pulled the trigger, and-<br/><br/>-the blaster rifle made a complicated sound of internal mechanical distress, and vented a bright blue plume of hot gas to one side as the breech gave out under the stress of repeated rapid firing. Screwing up her face in a snarl, she quickly stows the rifle- now an expensive lump of metal, at least until she could get some tools and had a few days to spare- on her back, looking around with fresh eyes to try to figure out whether she should close with her sword or use her other gun to keep acting as their group's ranged support.<br/><br/>[[Moving three squares west and taking the medium range shot against the skunkette ranger far to the north:<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/356480">Shooting Skunkette Ranger</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d8+1d6</span><span style="font-weight: bold">3</span>The 1d8 is the 1, so the blaster rifle Malfunctions. Yasha won't be using it for a day or so at least. Fortunately, she still has a stun gun and an energy sword, since this has Happened Before. Next round, she might even use 'em.]]