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Amonkira. Lord of Hunters. Grant that my hands be steady, my aim be true, and my feet swift. And should the worst come to pass, grant me forgiveness.
She took a deep breath and crouched low to the ground in anticipation of the oncoming fight. Her enemies materialized by the dozens, and Peyton was ready for them. Rolling to the side, she evaded incoming gunfire as she ran between crates. Her catsuit shuddered as her tactical cloak rendered her invisible.
Rounding the crates, she launched herself at her first target, gripping the mech tightly under the jaw before ripping off its head and throwing it at the approaching mech. As the projectile made its mark, the mech discharged its weapon but she was already on the move again. Peyton launched herself over a crate, incinerating the mech before it could gather itself and adapt to the ever changing battle ground.
Pistol in hand, she aimed at the enemies standing on the catwalk. Shooting once, twice, the third shot sent the mech backwar