Ennea squeaked as she let her feet flow out from under her, sliding across the dirt and away from the crazy bitch out to kill her.  The tactic worked once, but if her opponent hadn't just shattered the world record for the 30 meter dash, it likely wouldn't have worked the first time.  With a quick roll, Ennea came up behind her assailant and unloaded 4 shots from her gun, firing wildly in the heat of battle.  Beauty and sanity were irrelevant at this point.  All that mattered to Ennea now was survival.<br/><br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 6d10, extra dice at 10<br/>First Target Number: 8<br/>Comment: All out attack<br/>Result: 5, 10, 4, 2, 10, 6, 4, 6,<br/>For: 1, 1, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 2<br/><br/><br/><br/>The helicopter flew out past the tree line, and Dr. Ying leaned down, looking down the scope of his M40A3 rifle.  Carefully, he pulled back on the bolt, chambering the first round in the magizine.  Very carefully, he looked into a world of many shades of green, rapidly picking out Ennea's familiar form, and smiling to himself when he saw a bright sliver right next to her.  "I've got contact!"  He yelled, carefully trying to track the sliver as best he could.  Dr. Tarington simply sat emotionlessly in her seat, simply waiting for her orders to be carried out, seemingly unconcerned with Ennea's fate.