[ It's a matter of keeping low, and watching for an opening — while her experience working with guns ( let alone shooting one ) still leaves much to be desired, she's picked up something during her time here. If nothing else, she knows what to look for: a bullet hitting the armor with enough impact to clang, an angry roar from the minotaur. Surely no one else is insane enough to try shooting at the monster when it's already proven to be ineffective.
And its with that assumption ( and exercise in trust ) that she darts out, running up to the minotaur from the back, instead of the front. Eyes focusing on the underside of the armor just above his lower back, and—
Her sword is just long enough to at least stab through its hide, blood running down the blade as the beast howls in pain. At least he's not running after Widowmaker, anymore... ]
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And its with that assumption ( and exercise in trust ) that she darts out, running up to the minotaur from the back, instead of the front. Eyes focusing on the underside of the armor just above his lower back, and—
Her sword is just long enough to at least stab through its hide, blood running down the blade as the beast howls in pain. At least he's not running after Widowmaker, anymore... ]