[b][i]"DIE."[/i][/b] [i]Carthage roared, as he turned his immediate attention to Aryna, who had drawn her shuriken pistol and began to fire at the Marine's head. Shurikens spiraled through the air, slicing into the ceramite armor yet doing little as Carthage returned fire with his Bolt Pistol. Aryna then engaged with an elegant flurry of movement - each round passed by her body, as if each shot was predicted to some degree. Sweat was building up upon her forehead - she would need assistance soon.[/i]