[Salone]

Lev tore out of the tavern, following after Rue before running down the street alone. He had an inkling of what he was looking for. As he ran, he unslung the Mosin-Nagant from his back. He covered a block as he loaded it, cycling large brass shells in to the chamber.

He stopped when he saw...something. Someone. Two of them. They looked engaged, and he had an idea as to who they might be after. Guessing that this was who he was supposed to counter, he raised his rifle. He adjusted his aim to compensate for the unadjusted sights, not having the time to set them. It only took him a moment to zero in. He still had a clear view on one of them, a feminine looking one. She seemed to shudder or seize violently for a moment. Seeing his chance, Lev pulled the trigger.

Yes...

A flash. He felt the trigger release. The bolt slide forward, gathering speed. The pin striking the shell, igniting the corrosive powder in the casing. A crack of thunder roared across the street as fire spewed forth briefly from his gun, recoil fighting hard to upset his aim as the bullet left the barrel. It tore through air, through flesh. He felt the hot lead taste flesh, taste bone as it shredded through the frail body. It tumbled, destroying everything it came in contact with. In his mind he felt as it exited, leaving a much larger hole than it made coming in. Blood, bone, and part of a lung followed in its wake. He watched the body crumple, never taking his eyes away from his position down below. His hand worked quickly, pulling back the bolt to eject the spent round. It flew through the air, the large casing hitting the ground only after he had slammed the bolt back home, securing a fresh round. No matter what kind of human his target might have been, he knew it wouldn't get far without the left half of her chest...if she was going anywhere at all. Whatever had happened to her, it had bought him the time he needed. After a moment, he slung his rifle back over his shoulder. The people that weren't running in terror were staring at him, and he was not intent on leaving the streets and inspecting his victim. He quickly made for the side of the building she had been dropped on, climbing up the side slowly.