Logan gritted his teeth as he watched Lyra from across the fighting platform.
The last of the sniper shots had finally stopped.
Lyra lowered the Springfield M1903A slightly and glanced at the rifle in her hands. After counting the shots she had fired and the number of Sniper rifles she changed to keep shooting, she realized that the ammunition of this new sniper rifle had run out.
"Ah."
She looked at the rifle for a moment before casually speaking to herself.
"My bullet is finished and I have run out of loaded Springfields."
Her voice carried no frustration. If anything, she sounded almost amused by the situation.
Logan's expression, however, was completely different.
"This BITCH!"
His shout echoed across the platform.
His eyes were filled with anger as he stared at Lyra.
"I'm stronger than you!!"
He could no longer hide his irritation.
