Gloss sidesteps easily to avoid the flying fungus, though it does interrupt her firing pattern for a moment. "Oh, that's funny," she says, all predatory amusement. "He thinks he can actually get away."

"Well, he has another think coming," Cashmere shrugs easily, gesturing at the underbrush and drawing his plastisteel sword. The plan is simple: he'll go in there and engage the target in hand to hand combat, and Gloss will lay down covering fire and kill the target if it escapes. It's child's play for them.

Gloss smirks and waits as Cashmere heads into the underbrush.