Lapine never did think she'd get used to the smell of burnt flesh and bodies; it was the kind of smell that stuck in your nostrils, but at this point it was the only thing that was doing something. Good, good...<br/><br/><br/>...maybe not; perhaps Lapine hadn't thought out killing a bunch of things in front of a thing that seemed to want sacrifices... uh... oops. Apparently Lapine was determined to make life harder for herself, and she needed to STOP. Now that the area was a little astrally darker, Lapine dug her back heel in, and mentally 'thought' to the spirit before her. She wasn't terribly sure why, but spirits were the only thing she could 'talk' to without her hands or her commlink; like they knew what she was thinking. But the message was clear; Lapine would handle defense, and the spirit, the spirit could handle burning that thing to a cinder, just unloading the cleansing flame into the creature until it was no more. Lapine worked as a bodyguard for a reason.<br/><br/>As the arm began to form, Lapine took aim with her enflamed rifle, and opened up. Meanwhile her gun aflame did what she wished, and the hellfire that shot forth into the creature was impossibly light compared to what the clones had dealt with...<br/><br/>(OOC: Called Shot (Arm), 12 Hits on 30 Dice, with 7P, -0 Long Burst (-5))<br/><br/>(Spirit OOC: Elemental Attack: 15 Hits on 42 Dice, at 40P, -20AP, and Fire Effect)