Iella swore colorfully- Though a smile danced on her lips, as she drew the slim, small, yet *thoroughly* lethal pistols from the concealed holsters at thigh and back! Her eyes widened as the *huge*, flaming creature literally *detonated* into the massed imperial ranks- Perched on the rafters as she was, it was the work of a moment to drop down, past the frenzied crowd...<br/><br/>"Aye-aye, Captain!" she enthused, with a charging hum as her weapons purred to life- Both blasters set to a disturbingly high setting. But the Imperials were armored, and they were big boys. They could take it.<br/><br/>(Rolling: 2d6 = 3, 6<br/>Using Sharpshooter (+2), and ex-Red Wing (+4) if applicable.)<br/><br/>