[His voice crackles softly over the radio and she presses the button to reply, her eyes not leaving her target.]
See her. Be ready to move just in case I miss.
[Artemis goes carefully still as she takes aim, centering herself until everything narrowed down to her and her target. She can't see all of her, but she doesn't need to, not with this arrow, which will explode on impact and send out a burst of shrapnel to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the blast radius. She only had to land the arrow close enough...
She pauses to take a breath, waits a heartbeat. Two. Then releases the arrow, holding her breath, her eyes locked on her target.
The shot flies true and uninterrupted, sending up a cloud of smoke of dust and debris when it impacts and blocking everything from sight. She's tense, until she hears a shout come up from behind her. She whips her head around to see the draftees making a push, the droids they'd been fighting having dropped to the ground in motionless piles of metal, leaving only the remaining cultists to deal with.
She almost - almost - gives in to the urge to do a little victory dance right there.]
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See her. Be ready to move just in case I miss.
[Artemis goes carefully still as she takes aim, centering herself until everything narrowed down to her and her target. She can't see all of her, but she doesn't need to, not with this arrow, which will explode on impact and send out a burst of shrapnel to anyone unfortunate enough to be in the blast radius. She only had to land the arrow close enough...
She pauses to take a breath, waits a heartbeat. Two. Then releases the arrow, holding her breath, her eyes locked on her target.
The shot flies true and uninterrupted, sending up a cloud of smoke of dust and debris when it impacts and blocking everything from sight. She's tense, until she hears a shout come up from behind her. She whips her head around to see the draftees making a push, the droids they'd been fighting having dropped to the ground in motionless piles of metal, leaving only the remaining cultists to deal with.
She almost - almost - gives in to the urge to do a little victory dance right there.]