perched on top of a building , eye stares down the barrel of her soft pellet gun . caitlyn had been tipped off : some sort of . . . buzzing , flying nuisance making way through cotes's quadrant . having climbed the scaffolding of a building like a true vigilante of justice , caitlyn assessed the situation .
someone had beat her to the scene , taking a much more . . . frontline approach to besting the monster – almost as if taunting it : distracting it ?? caitlyn wasn't exactly sure what their motive was . but it didn't matter , because a lunatic is a lunatic , and she couldn't do anything about glitter and sparkles , other than to pray that they stay out of her shot .
but apparently , the lunatic wasn't a mind reader .
" damn it , " caitlyn cursed , her breath quickening in pace as the lunatic shimmied into her scope , causing caitlyn to abandon her shot . she never misses the shots she takes . but only so much can be done when pink keeps toying with her shot .
caitlyn growled under her breath : " stay still . . . " and once more , she looked for an opening with her aim , this time rushing the shot out of fear of losing it again : pow .
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