It had been going smooth, her shots downing infantry swiftly, her attention turning towards the advancing Cabal. A pain ripped through her right arm, the girl gritting her teeth as she aimed her riffle at the head Psion. Blood dripped to the ground and against every instinct that burned through her...she strapped her weapon to her back, clenching her fists, the leather squelching in protest. "He better be damn right about this."She muttered beneath her breath.