Tyania lifted the long barrel to her shoulder, head tilted to sight along the dull hued barrel. Before her, her dearest Syther hissed and clawed at one of the enemy Tauren of Stonetalon. His bold orange, red form flitting before the black Tauren's bulk erratically. Control your breathing. Focus on the shot. When the moment is right. . She tells herself as the barrel smoothly levels and grows still. Gazing along the deadly weapon, she can see her beloved Syther struck. She feels a pang at the sight, but masters it. Remember.. -- --