"Wait... did Curl just miss?! REALLY?!!"
"Relax, Blond. Let her get used to it." Red shot back.
As the group continued to run, Curl reloaded and prepared a shot once again. But before doing so, she grabbed something from her pockets and wore it in front of her eyes.
"A monocle?" Grey mumbled. He had no idea why Curl pulled a monocle out of nowhere and started wearing it. "As if that would help. If you're a bad shot, you're a bad shot, nothing will change tha-"
Dopan!
Click!
Dopan!
Click!
Grey stared in awe as Curl became a killing machine, shooting every humanoid by their appendages, reloading, and shooting again. The routine was repeated without missing a single beat and it shocked some of the members of Block-16. Well, everybody was shocked except those who remember the past and those who knew Curl and her innate ability.
