Dr. Ying held his rifle steady, looking carefully down the scope at his quarry.  She didn't move terribly  quickly, and he was able to aim his shot perfectly.  ...Only to just barely strike the target, as he tried desperately to concentrate.  The damned thing was dodging far too fast, and kept giving off strange surges of light on his scope.  Dr. Tarington sat impassively, placing a cold, clinical hand on the back of Ran's neck.  "If you get another shot"  She whispered quietly, venom in her voice.  "Don't miss."  She hissed, typing furiously into her laptop as she prepared to activate a number of failsafe systems for Ennea.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 9d10, extra dice at 8<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: Firearms willpower risk<br/>Result: 7, 4, 10, 7, 5, 9, 6, 1, 2, 4, 8, 5,<br/>For: 1, 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 3