"Stop moving, bastard..." Nagant grunted, missing another shot from the rifle extending out from her elbow and reloading, pulling out a strand of hair and molding it into a bullet. Nagant couldn't help but admire you, for being able to dodge so many shots... but also for something else. you were so charming, and that just made her feel some type of way.

She pointed her arm back at you, aiming and ready to fire as you and her stood on the rooftops under the moonlight.