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Simon Fettle

Simon watched as the small scale chaos began to ensue with both Linde and Jeff taking on there respective targets. He decided to keep his eye on the last banshee making its way around to get a better bead on Jeff if it could. He just sighted it within the scope and slowly tracked at as the craft turned.
He slides his finger up and flips the safety lock off as he begins to slowly exhale and squeeze the trigger for his short. His opening came as the Banshee turned to take a flank of Jeff and avoid Linde in her new ride. Simon pulled the trigger and his shot came screaming out of the barrel, One could say the slug of metal was going in slow motion as it inched towards its target. A small smile crept across his face as the bullet made impact across the ships propulsion vent and caused a vivid burst of plasma as it ruptured.

The Banshee began to lose altitude drastically and made a deep decent towards the treeline, The pilot was unfortunate enough to keep straight line and impact a tree that rivaled his craft in size.

A large plume of plasma and flames was all the remained as he moved out from his perch under the phantoms wreckage.