Shelly stalked through the forest, knife in hand as she silently padded forward. the attack had come suddenly, all her gear abandoned as she fled into the dark trees, the Tyranian forces spread out and were searching for her. all she had was her combat knife, but it was more than she needed. her powerful senses and instincts telling her exactly where the enemy was. silently she moved, from soldier to soldier, each meeting a silent end as she doubled back towards her camp. no way in hell would she leave her sniper rifle behind. these small fry Tyranian grunts were a mere annoyance to her assignment. tomorrow, a General would be holding a rally with his troops, she needed her rifle to take him out mid-speech... a noise, off to her left. Shelly tensed as she glared off towards it, sniffing the air, the enemy was close... no time to gloat, another quick, clean, silent kill was all that mattered tonight.


another awesome pic from the great  jakkal this time of Shelly! ^_^