[Salone]

"Fun and games?"

Lev's mouth twisted in what was surely meant to be a grin. After a moment he erupted in to laughter, crazed and drunk on mere delusions of what fun and games he could have with their twisted flesh.

"We will have entertainment, indeed. But first, let us send them a message."

With that he undid his long jacket, letting it fall to the ground. He readied the ancient and battered Mosin-Nagant that Lev had once picked out, loading a single bullet in to it with care. With a single hand he ripped the tattered shirt from his body, wrapping it around his face. He turned to the rest of the party, addressing them with a gun and open arm.

"They shall make a donation. A gift of flesh. Every person, no matter how plain, has a special gift that can be given. My vessel! This man, this...Lev. Has bestowed upon me his gift of marksmanship, of skill with a rifle. I shall now bestow the fruits of his gift upon those who do not give gifts willingly!"

With that, Na'lsa leaned out the window Dante had previously used. He steadied his rifle against the frame of the APC, trying to compensate for the bumping and jarring. The shot was far. The conditions problematic. But Lev had made a shot not unlike this one once before. If only he could see better...

Na'lsa grinned, remembering a bird of prey he had ingested some time ago. The flesh was old, but he remembered it. He squinted an eye, aiming down the sight. The eye seemed to move, to bulge almost as the inner muscle and tissue moved. His vision almost faded entirely for a moment, before refocusing. He could see clearly. He could see the great distance between he and the heathens. Grinning, he squeezed the trigger. A single shot rang out, and Na'lsa let slip a single bullet at a raider scout over a mile away.