Skye takes the weapon and examines it at several angles, holding it straight and sighting down the barrel as though she'd used such a weapon all her life, though the first thing training covers is not holding a high powered weapon at arm's length to fire...<br/><br/>She pauses as the storm strikes, looking up into the driving water, preplexed. She laughs when it ends, heralding the arrival of the little... Almost a whole dragon...<br/><br/>Passing her hand over the rifle, she presses the button to take the safety off and raises it again at arm's length. Aiming at a tree, she pulls the trigger. The loud report makes her jump, yelping in surprise, but the kick of the weapon seems to have no effect, not even bending her elbow when it probably should have shattered the bone. She handles an assault rifle with the ease of a human with pistol...