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"A little to the left." Whispered Chance, the Ghost hovered slightly above her right shoulder. His azure optic peered down the barrel of the sniper clutched in her petite, gloved hands. One knee bent up and the opposing foot planted firmly upon the steel of the vast awning of which she remained perched, she adjusted her aim accordingly until the crosshairs rested over the Vex's head. In the distance, an older acquaintance struggled with the relentless Vex. Said acquaintance just so happened to be Arxus. Despite her emotionless, rather bitter demeanor, she wasn't about to let the filthy creature win.

From inside her helmet, her tongue traced over the dry, minute crevices of her chapped lips. Her index finger situated itself against the trigger and she allowed it to curl to accommodate its exact width before she cocked it back. The rather bulky round whistled through the bitter air, effortlessly ripping through the Vex's head, near blowing it off entirely. Disfigured shards of metal dropped onto the softly snow-blanketed ground, whilst the Vex halted and dropped. "Good work." Said her Ghost, before vanishing into thin air. She exhaled calmly and lowered her aim, peering down at the two.