Sierra paled as Nikolai addressed her. She had been so focused on the larger number of outer defensive breachers. So many of them in town, so many of them had passed her balls of explosive yarn. Who could resist that, she wondered.<br/><br/>She glanced over the hill as Nikolai sheathed his weapon, her bow was in hand as she checked the the other groups. She decided to make a friend, launching an arrow toward Bonnie's attacker, then a second, third... Then stopped. The first one buried itself in the sand an inch away, the arc showed what way it came from. She decided it wasbest for them to assume it was Nikolai, not sticking around to take the blame or see the rest of the impacts. She strung the bow across her back and ran for the dome's tunneled access network. The incoming sandstorm would cover her tracks.