[color=violet]Jinx holstered her .500 and unstrapped her .60 marksmanship rifle, slowly walking out from behind the corner, shouldering the rifle, aiming down the scope. They were still too far off, sheâ€™d came out and fired so quickly it had caught them in a standstill. The rifle was still set to full auto, and standing there in the dust, Jinx could have been any kind of professional assassin, merciless, cold, with immaculate precision and equal deadliness. She let her finger fall down on the trigger, her crosshairs on the two wolves, and the ground around them, and perhaps the wolves themselves, was suddenly torn to shit by .60 calibre bullets ripping up the dusty, worn city street. The rifle blazed across as she aimed for whatever she could see, she didnâ€™t care too much if she killed them or not, itâ€™d probably be better that way, all things consideredâ€¦.nothing to interfere with a little private time with Jazen. The guy could probably heal em, resurrect em, or something like that anyway, if they happened to get offed. With the high rate of fire on her rifle and her lethal aim, chances are sheâ€™d got both of them and a few of those irritating schoolgirls too. Dust was rising up from the many bullet impacts, as she unscoped and strapped the rifle up again, after having reloaded the clip as quickly as she possibly could. She slowly walks towards the dust cloud, hips swinging from side to side, with her .500 pistol unholstered, a new round embedded in its chamber, holding it lazily in one paw.<br/><br/>â€œJaaaaazen. Iâ€™ve been looking forrrwarrrd to this.â€